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

yo, yo dun we got guns in the
three at night
im to take the last swallow of the eases jesus
who go 50 on the next
we gotta stop at the store we need D batteries for the theme
the biscuits from out the lawn
fuck a cab lets take cracked out your lawns are
we gave bitch 2 wibbles
then skated off with a vehicle for the
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 that
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 for our dead people
I spark the sequal
my niggas got lungs we smoke
that shit only go around
dogs we just time
somebody got they shit twist
on the block fuckin up the so
till it down we jus blowin at the sluts
bitch i wanna fuck now

(cormega)
son im on the bench
eating chicken wings and fries
a fuck
his last bucks on 6 dimes
im 1 from big time
a spliff away from
my is broken
my man smoking again
P i the tunnel open 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 bank was in a physical of life
i got my uptown
thugged out and
mad
jumping out the cokehead white
through was
so i resumed
rap game or crack
my is still bubblin
yo 3 in the
and the D's on the still
seems we were born to
yo P me on the hill
so we could jet through in SUV's
and these mothafuckas how we rep this thing ya know