Luyện nghe bài hát Three

(prodigy)

for my G niggas
rite,
we be shootin at cops wat
G pack
yo fuck the
NYP new york pricks are
they stop our floss
up
? for my A.M. ?
dun
hit the the bootleggas

yo, yo dun we got guns in the
it's at night
im about to take the swallow of the eases jesus
who go 50 on the next
we gotta stop at the we need D batteries for the theme music
snatch the from out the lawn
fuck a cab lets take cracked out lawns are solved
we that bitch 2 wibbles
then skated off a vehicle for the pillow
all outside the dun wat happened to queens
like in 1 2 1
farmers in 1
got us on the B.Q.E.
just to get a taste of that
we our smoke out the coney island
it up by the himalaya
pina coladas, mixed wit daney
that saint oz is dun
spillin it on the for our dead people
I spark the sequal
my niggas got lungs when we
shit only go around once
dogs we killing time
somebody just got they shit
on the block up the grind so
it pipe down we jus blowin at the sluts
bitch i wanna rite now

(cormega)
son im on the high
eating chicken wings and fries
a crackhead
spent his bucks on 6 dimes
im 1 gram from big
a spliff away overdosing
my is broken
my man smoking again
P i heard the tunnel again
i to flex
he he gonna let both of us in
time to load up the auto's and semi's
i wish my niggas bank was in a physical form of
i got my nikes
thugged out and
mad
jumping out the cokehead jeep
was strugglin
so i resumed
rap game or crack
my is still bubblin
yo 3 in the
and the D's on the still
seems we born to kill
yo P me on the hill
so we could jet through queens in
and show mothafuckas how we rep this thing ya know