Luyện nghe bài hát Three

When you stay ready you gotta get ready, Parks. Understand that
Microphone check, something new y'all rage
These views only prelude from the dude on
I'm old school, so my mind is in a New state
Still feel like I'm the best rapper in the New York
I'm a Jersey City product, we like two doors away
Maybe I'm just the best whipping New York plates
it be the God
If Fetty is the of New Jerz, then you see how badly we needed I
doing it my way, that's Frank Sinatra
I hang with you bloggers, but I bang with the mobsters
See me in Hell's Kitchen having drinks over pasta
Need the to love 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 they gotta move me first
You are now the mind of the sick
as remarkable as it gets
Here's they think about you
Here's what they about you
You are now the mind of the sick
as remarkable as it gets
Here's what they about 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, up, still sleep, wake up
Bitches know the stakes up I beat my case up
Hip hop shit list, look at these men dress
I'm just taking back what's owed, and adding
Maybe just my love died, loud lit above
Slugs fly, eyes scrubbed dry, a thug cries
All this paraphilia versus my
How are they record dealing ya? I wasn't feeling ya
This feeling equates weapon, can't seal it, bruh
deuce, .380, a chopper Beretta millia
Hov said 30 is the new 20, me, I feel 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, too costly
And with candles is where the energy laying you
Protect me from my loved ones, enemies I can
If you talking Slaughterhouse please to "SlaughterMouse"
twice before you blink twice, you gotta roll with mouth
Got you birds popping, it's Korver or Kurt Warner
And I be dolo, nobody gotta come warn the
Used to drives through the tunnel, we getting offers now
my man a soda, it's teddy, I bridged the water's mouth
Live from the Horror house, out
with all this drawing mouth
Duke all the Terry Bradshaw about
Kill spree, cops should 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 with the pastor, 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 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 don't think that's gonna change anytime soon though