Luyện nghe bài hát Three

(prodigy)

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

yo, yo dun we got in the grass
it's at night
im about to take the last of the eases jesus
who go 50 on the next
we gotta stop at the store we need D batteries for the theme
snatch the biscuits from out the
fuck a cab lets take cracked out lawns are solved
we that bitch 2 wibbles
then off with a vehicle for the pillow
all outside the 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 our smoke out the coney island
post it up by the
pina coladas, champeles wit daney
saint oz is dun lingle
spillin it on the floor for our dead
while I spark the
my niggas got lungs we smoke
shit only go around once
dogs we just killing
somebody just got they twist
on the block fuckin up the so
it pipe down we jus blowin at the sluts
bitch i wanna rite now

(cormega)
son im on the bench
eating chicken wings and fries
a fuck
his last bucks on 6 dimes
im 1 gram big time
a spliff from overdosing
my heart is
my man started again
P i the tunnel open again
i spoke to
he he gonna let both of us in
it's time to up the auto's and semi's
i my niggas bank was in a physical form of life
i got my nikes
out and icey
mad
out the cokehead white jeep
through was
so i hustlin
rap game or crack
my crew is bubblin
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