Luyện nghe bài hát Three

(prodigy)

for my G pack
rite,
we be at cops nigga wat
G niggas
yo the police
NYP new york pricks are
they can't our floss
up
? for my A.M. ?
dun
hit the the bootleggas

yo, yo dun we got in the grass
three at night
im about to the last swallow of the eases jesus
who go 50 on the next
we stop at the store we need D batteries for the theme music
the biscuits from out the lawn
fuck a cab lets take cracked out your are solved
we gave that bitch 2
then skated off a vehicle for the pillow
all the borough dun wat happened to queens
sumthin in 1 2 1
farmers in 1
got us on the B.Q.E.
just to get a taste of that
we took our smoke out the island
post it up by the
pina coladas, champeles wit daney
that oz is dun lingle
it on the floor for our dead people
while I spark the
my niggas got lungs when we
that shit go around once
dogs we killing time
somebody just got they twist
on the block fuckin up the so
till it pipe we jus blowin at the sluts
bitch i wanna rite now

(cormega)
son im on the bench
eating wings and french fries
a fuck
spent his bucks on 6 dimes
im 1 gram from big
a spliff away from
my is broken
my man started smoking
P i heard the tunnel open
i to flex
he said he gonna let of us in
it's time to up the auto's and semi's
i wish my bank was in a physical form of life
i got my nikes
thugged out and
mad
jumping out the white jeep
through was
so i hustlin
rap game or crack
my crew is still
yo 3 in the
and the D's on the still
seems we were to kill
yo P me on the hill
so we could jet queens in SUV's
and show these mothafuckas how we rep thing ya know