Luyện nghe bài hát Three

When you stay you ain't gotta get ready, Parks. Understand that
Microphone check, it's something new y'all
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 away
I'm just the best rapper whipping New York plates
it be the God
If Fetty is the face of New Jerz, then you see how badly we I
Young doing it my way, Frank Sinatra
I might hang with you bloggers, but I bang with the
See me right in Hell's Kitchen having drinks 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 saying "nada"
Emcees ain't even bother, and I don't what's truly worse
Them wanting my spot or not knowing gotta move me first
You are now entering the mind of the
About as remarkable as it
Here's what they think you
Here's what think about you
You are now the mind of the sick
About as as it gets
Here's what think about you
Here's what they think you

Now, Parks, let me get back to my 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 this real quick. Look. It go
Few years, up, still sleep, wake up
Bitches the stakes up since I beat my case up
Hip hop shit list, look at bastard men dress
I'm just taking back owed, and adding interest
Maybe just my love died, loud lit above
fly, eyes scrubbed dry, still a thug cries
All paraphilia versus my necrophilia
How are they record dealing ya? I wasn't feeling ya
feeling equates professional weapon, can't seal 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 get 30s to move off me
Just how you moving in Jersey, it's too costly
And with candles is where the energy laying you
Protect me from my loved ones, I can handle
If you talking Slaughterhouse please to "SlaughterMouse"
Think twice before you blink twice, you roll with mouth
Got you birds popping, it's Korver or Warner mouse
And I be dolo, gotta come warn the mouse
Used to take drives through the tunnel, we offers now
Smelled my man a soda, it's teddy, I bridged the mouth
Live the Horror house, calling out
Done with all drawing mouth
with 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 Irvington over on Lyons put one in the air for Rev. Ron
You know we with 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, my drums back in a minute. I like this bass though. I don't think that's gonna change anytime soon though