Luyện nghe bài hát Three

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