Luyện nghe bài hát Three

When you stay ready you ain't gotta get ready, Parks. that
Microphone check, something new y'all rage
These views prelude from the dude on stage
I'm old school, so my is in a New York state
Still feel like I'm the rapper in the New York State
Though I'm a City 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 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 having drinks over
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 truly
Them wanting my spot or not knowing gotta move me first
You are now entering the of the sick
as remarkable as it gets
Here's they think about you
Here's what think about you
You are now entering the mind of the
About as remarkable as it
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 down in the booth, let's do this real quick. Look. It go
Few years, weights up, sleep, wake up
Bitches know the stakes up since I beat my up
Hip hop shit list, look at these men dress
I'm just taking back owed, and adding interest
Maybe just my died, loud lit above high
Slugs fly, eyes scrubbed dry, still a cries
All this paraphilia my necrophilia
How are record dealing ya? I wasn't ever feeling ya
This feeling equates professional weapon, can't seal it,
Deuce deuce, .380, a Beretta millia
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 in Jersey, it's too costly
And with candles is where the energy laying you
Protect me from my ones, enemies I can handle
If you talking please refer to "SlaughterMouse"
Think twice before you twice, you gotta roll with mouth
Got you birds popping, it's or Kurt Warner mouse
And I be dolo, nobody gotta come the mouse
Used to take 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
Done with all this drawing
Duke all the Terry Bradshaw about
Kill spree, cops should after
Y'all be yelling your mans, I yell at my man stop getting captured
And all my Irvington 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 this bass though. I don't think that's gonna anytime soon though