Luyện nghe bài hát Three

(prodigy)

for my G niggas
rite,
we be at cops nigga wat
G pack
yo fuck the
NYP new york pricks are
they can't stop our
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 tree
we gotta stop at the store we D batteries for the theme music
the biscuits from out the lawn
fuck a cab take cracked out your lawns are solved
we gave that 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 of that greenery
we took our smoke out the island
it up by the himalaya
pina coladas, champeles wit daney
saint oz is dun lingle
spillin it on the floor for our dead
I spark the sequal
my niggas got lungs when we
that only go around once
we just killing time
somebody just got shit twist
on the block up the grind so
till it pipe down we jus at the sluts
bitch i wanna rite now

(cormega)
son im on the bench
eating chicken wings and french
a fuck
spent his bucks on 6 dimes
im 1 gram big time
a spliff away overdosing
my heart is
my man started again
P i heard the tunnel open
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
out and icey
mad
jumping out the white jeep
through was
so i resumed
rap game or game
my crew is still
yo 3 in the
and the D's on the still
seems we were born to
yo P meet me on the
so we could jet through in SUV's
and show these mothafuckas how we rep this thing ya