Luyện nghe bài hát Three

(prodigy)

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

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

(cormega)
son im on the bench
eating chicken wings and french
a crackhead
spent his last on 6 dimes
im 1 from big time
a away from overdosing
my is broken
my man started again
P i heard the tunnel again
i spoke to
he said he let both of us in
it's time to up the auto's and semi's
i wish my niggas was in a physical form of life
i got my nikes
thugged out and
mad
jumping out the cokehead jeep
was strugglin
so i resumed
rap game or crack
my crew is still
yo 3 in the
and the D's on the corner
seems we were to kill
yo P me on the hill
so we jet through queens in SUV's
and show these mothafuckas how we rep this ya know