Luyện nghe bài hát Three [Explicit]

When you stay ready you ain't get ready, Parks. Understand that
Microphone check, it's new y'all rage
views only 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
I'm a Jersey City product, we like two doors away
Maybe I'm just the best rapper whipping New York
it be the God
If Fetty is the face of New Jerz, you see how badly we needed I
Young doing it my way, that's Frank
I hang with you bloggers, but I bang with the mobsters
See me right in Kitchen having drinks over pasta
Need the fake to love the real so let me thank you impostors early, y'all hit the Daytons and Impalas
Started buzzing around the time Sporty Thievz kept "nada"
Emcees ain't even bother, and I don't know what's truly
Them my spot or not knowing they gotta move me first
You are now entering the mind of the
About as remarkable as it
Here's what they about you
Here's they think about you
You are now entering the of the sick
About as remarkable as it
what they think 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 quick though. But turn the lights down in the booth, let's do this real quick. Look. It go
Few years, weights up, still sleep, up
Bitches know the up since I beat my case up
Hip hop shit list, look at these men dress
I'm just taking back what's owed, and interest
Maybe my love died, loud lit above high
Slugs fly, eyes scrubbed dry, still a thug
All this versus my necrophilia
How are they record dealing ya? I wasn't feeling ya
This feeling equates professional weapon, can't seal it,
Deuce deuce, .380, a chopper millia
Hov said 30 is the new 20, me, I feel 30 is the new 40
I 30 new 40s
A bitch pills get 30s to move off me
Just watch how you in Jersey, it's too costly
And memory with candles is where the laying you
Protect me from my ones, enemies I can handle
If you talking Slaughterhouse refer to "SlaughterMouse"
Think twice before you blink twice, you gotta roll mouth
Got you birds popping, it's Korver or Kurt Warner
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 the water's mouth
from the Horror house, calling out
Done with all this drawing
with all the Terry Bradshaw about
Kill spree, should look after
Y'all be yelling free your mans, I 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 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 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 change anytime soon