Luyện nghe bài hát Three

When you stay you ain't gotta get ready, Parks. Understand that
check, it's something new y'all rage
These views only prelude from the dude on
I'm old school, so my mind is in a New York
Still feel I'm the best rapper in the New York State
I'm a Jersey City product, we like two doors away
Maybe I'm just the rapper whipping New York plates
it be the God
If Fetty is the face of New Jerz, you see how badly we needed I
Young doing it my way, Frank Sinatra
I might with you bloggers, but I bang with the mobsters
See me right in Hell's having drinks over pasta
Need the fake to the real so let me thank you impostors Bicoastal early, y'all hit the Daytons and Impalas
buzzing around the time Sporty Thievz kept saying "nada"
Emcees ain't even bother, and I know what's truly worse
Them wanting my spot or not knowing they gotta me first
You are now entering the mind of the
About as remarkable as it
Here's what think about you
Here's what they think you
You are now the mind of the sick
About as remarkable as it
Here's what they think you
Here's they think 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, do this real quick. Look. It go
Few years, weights up, sleep, wake up
Bitches know the stakes up since I my case up
Hip hop shit list, at these bastard men dress
I'm taking back what's owed, and adding interest
Maybe just my love died, lit above high
Slugs fly, eyes scrubbed dry, still a thug
All this versus my necrophilia
How are they dealing ya? I wasn't ever feeling ya
feeling equates professional weapon, can't seal it, bruh
Deuce deuce, .380, a chopper Beretta
Hov 30 is the new 20, me, I feel like 30 is the new 40
I 30 new 40s
A bitch moving get 30s to move off me
Just watch how you moving in Jersey, it's too
And memory with candles is where the laying you
Protect me my loved ones, enemies I can handle
If you Slaughterhouse please refer to "SlaughterMouse"
Think twice before you blink twice, you gotta with mouth
Got you popping, it's Korver or Kurt Warner mouse
And I be dolo, nobody gotta warn the mouse
Used to drives through the tunnel, we getting offers now
Smelled my man a soda, it's teddy, I bridged the water's
Live the Horror house, calling out
Done with all this drawing
Duke with all the Terry Bradshaw
Kill spree, should look after
Y'all be yelling free your mans, I yell at my man getting captured
And all my Irvington over on Lyons put one in the air for Rev. Ron
You know we rock with the pastor, moment of
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 like this bass though. I think that's gonna change anytime soon though