Luyện nghe bài hát Three

When you ready you ain't gotta get ready, Parks. Understand that
Microphone check, it's something new rage
These views prelude from the dude on stage
I'm old school, so my mind is in a New York
Still feel like I'm the rapper in the New York State
Though I'm a Jersey product, we like two doors away
Maybe I'm just the rapper whipping New York plates
it be the God
If is the face of New Jerz, then you see how badly we needed I
Young doing it my way, that's Frank
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
Started buzzing around the time Sporty kept saying "nada"
Emcees ain't even bother, and I don't know what's worse
Them wanting my spot or not knowing they move me first
You are now the mind of the sick
About as remarkable as it
Here's what think about you
what they think about you
You are now the mind of the sick
About as remarkable as it
Here's what think about you
Here's what they think 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 shit right quick though. But turn the lights down in the booth, let's do this real quick. Look. It go
Few years, up, still sleep, wake up
know the stakes up since I beat my case up
Hip hop shit list, look at these bastard men
I'm just taking back owed, and adding interest
Maybe just my died, loud lit above high
fly, eyes scrubbed dry, still a thug cries
All this versus my necrophilia
How are they dealing ya? I wasn't ever feeling ya
This feeling professional weapon, can't seal it, bruh
Deuce deuce, .380, a chopper millia
Hov said 30 is the new 20, me, I 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 energy you
Protect me from my loved ones, enemies I can
If you talking Slaughterhouse please to "SlaughterMouse"
Think twice you blink twice, you gotta roll with mouth
Got you birds popping, it's Korver or Kurt mouse
And I be dolo, nobody gotta come warn the
Used to take drives through the tunnel, we getting now
Smelled my man a soda, it's teddy, I the water's mouth
Live from the Horror house, out
Done with all drawing mouth
Duke with all the Bradshaw about
Kill spree, should look after
Y'all be yelling free your mans, I yell at my man getting captured
And all my niggas over on Lyons put one in the air for Rev. Ron
You know we rock 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 like bass though. I don't think that's gonna change anytime soon though