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
can't stop our floss
up
? for my A.M. ?
dun
hit the the bootleggas

yo, yo dun we got in the grass
it's at night
im about to take the last swallow of the jesus
who go 50 on the next
we gotta stop at the we need D batteries for the theme music
the biscuits from out the lawn
fuck a cab take cracked out your lawns are solved
we that bitch 2 wibbles
then skated off with a vehicle for the
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 greenery
we took our smoke out the coney
post it up by the
coladas, champeles mixed wit daney
that oz is dun lingle
spillin it on the floor for our people
while I the sequal
my niggas got lungs when we
that only go around once
we just killing time
somebody just got they twist
on the block up the grind so
it pipe down we jus blowin at the sluts
bitch i wanna fuck now

(cormega)
son im on the high
eating chicken wings and french
a crackhead
spent his last on 6 dimes
im 1 gram big time
a spliff away from
my heart is
my man started smoking
P i heard the open again
i to flex
he said he let both of us in
it's time to load up the and semi's
i wish my niggas was in a physical form of life
i got my nikes
out and icey
mad
jumping out the cokehead jeep
through was
so i hustlin
rap game or crack
my is still bubblin
yo 3 in the
and the D's on the corner
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 this thing ya