Luyện nghe bài hát Three

When you stay you ain't gotta get ready, Parks. Understand that
Microphone check, it's something new rage
These views only prelude from the dude on
I'm old school, so my mind is in a New state
Still feel I'm the best rapper in the New York State
Though I'm a Jersey product, we like two doors away
Maybe I'm just the best rapper New York plates
it be the God
If Fetty is the face of New Jerz, then you see how we needed I
Young it my way, that's Frank Sinatra
I might with you bloggers, but I bang with the mobsters
See me right in Hell's Kitchen having drinks pasta
Need the fake to love the real so let me thank you impostors early, y'all hit the Daytons and Impalas
Started buzzing around the time Sporty kept saying "nada"
ain't even bother, and I don't know what's truly worse
Them wanting my spot or not knowing they gotta me first
You are now the mind of the sick
About as remarkable as it
Here's what they about you
Here's what they think you
You are now entering the mind of the
as remarkable as it gets
Here's what they about you
Here's what they about you

Now, Parks, let me get back to my shit right quick. Now turn me up in my headphones, let me get back on my rage shit right quick though. But turn the lights down in the booth, let's do real quick. Look. It go
Few years, weights up, still sleep, up
Bitches know the stakes up I beat my case up
Hip hop shit list, look at these men dress
I'm taking back what's owed, and adding interest
just my love died, loud lit above high
Slugs fly, eyes scrubbed dry, still a cries
All this versus my necrophilia
How are they dealing ya? I wasn't ever feeling ya
This feeling equates professional weapon, seal it, bruh
Deuce deuce, .380, a chopper Beretta
Hov said 30 is the new 20, me, I feel 30 is the new 40
I 30 new 40s
A bitch pills get 30s to move off me
Just watch how you moving in Jersey, too costly
And memory with candles is where the laying you
Protect me from my loved ones, I can handle
If you talking Slaughterhouse please to "SlaughterMouse"
Think twice before you blink twice, you gotta roll mouth
Got you birds popping, it's Korver or Kurt Warner
And I be dolo, nobody gotta come the mouse
Used to take drives through the tunnel, we getting now
Smelled my man a soda, teddy, I bridged the water's mouth
from the Horror house, calling out
Done with all this mouth
Duke with all the Bradshaw about
Kill spree, should look after
Y'all be yelling your mans, I yell at my man stop getting captured
And all my Irvington niggas on Lyons put one in the air for Rev. Ron
You we rock with the pastor, moment of silence
Put one in the air with me right quick. Bruh, we love you, rest in peace. All my Newark niggas what up? All my niggas over at Chancellor, what's good? Surf, I see you, on neighborhood. What up? Anywhere there's real niggas around, I'm right at home. Alright, bring my drums back in a minute. I this bass though. I don't think that's gonna change anytime soon though