Luyện nghe bài hát Three The Hard Way

See Quick, I told you man, once we get a man
Shit like this here
I got my Black for me, uh
I got my R.O.C. for me, uh

And y'all know who the I be
And for a time, I think niggaz been taking so so Def for a joke
But I guess why we rich
And niggaz broke

Y'all got one chance to flow, I let y'all
y'all stretch your mouth, I stretch my dough
Also the doors on my Navigators
as the Olajuwon

Rock mine, a Mr. Smith style
You get, uh, oh, here he is now
Dot to the O caughted, blow your shit
Dot to the C, you're feelin' me

Anyhow niggaz can't measure up
I'm here to get my and who ever mess it up?
Then I'mma blow rounds out, wet 'em up
For my dawgs like DMX who like Kurupt

And Snoopy in the club at the groupies
Stash the uzi tonight, the jewelry
And post up we can't be touched
All my say, "What we don't give a fuck

B-boy style, hot tical
Four, five cal, check into the profile of a
Sonny my mellow, my ace playa get on the
and rock it please

I'm make y'all feel the heat homie
None of y'all motherfuckers me
times a niggaz like T.O.N.Y.
All up in your spot like Navy Seals, your steel

Lay your down, clown, I'm for real
Spittin' Crips for chips, plant in your whip
I the pain to the game on the real tip what?
Hittin' niggaz just JFK

For the pounds and the and yay, hear what I say?
off, just to mash and releasing off
Y'all motherfuckers be so soft
Oh, you too type thug niggaz, be so called

niggaz, yo, I got no love, niggaz
Expect the worse, yo, it, can make you see the hearse
Tell mama I'm about to the button for the nurse
Niggaz don't want it but think they do
And should never fuck with me and my crew, who?

You know I'm gonna them dance when I step in the club
Well, I know way to make 'em put their hands up
I drop the beat on, I the heat on
I got this party niggaz, we lock the street

You know I'm gonna make them dance I step in the club
Well, I know another way to 'em put their hands up
I the beat on, I cock the heat on
I got this party niggaz, we lock the corners

Well it come again, the Timbaland
You trembling in the faces, hates us
Take us, smooth the hard shit, rock jewelry
Like Mr.

Watch an artist, move regardless of the
Cock automatic
So the thing for you to do is shut the fuck up
Let my crew do this, uh, like niggaz from the bricks and uh

You want NWK to get to ya
So you we make believers out of dreamers
Now we make murder out of sleepers
S to the motherfuckers, O to the S to the y'all
O to the D to the E F uck you we buck you
niggaz can't touch us

Assume my position papermaking's a must
Straight mangle when it's time to bust
flows with angel dust, all up in your spot
We got no things with us, kind of

Don't fuck around and get caught in a onslaught
'Cause I'm label your bills and my man Too , oh, Lord
down one more time
For motherfuckers, who out on the run

I gotta get mine daily, can't let these motherfuckers me
That's just the way my made me
Top size rider the get go, known to spit flows
And keep them niggaz on their

I goes to the blind with weed and Hennessey
I know you niggaz remember me
Got the flow poetic and I diamond setted
Running tracks like I'm Libyan, here's the past

a pussy, cash see her bounce
Shaking, moving, waiting, sipping the
What's up with that? None of y'all niggaz can with Black
Motherfucker where's focus at?
JD, my my ace, get on the mic and come rock, please

Nigga, I like why you gon come if ain't on time
And ain't no need in out, if you ain't gonna shine
why I am like I am with mine and y'all sick
While keep it real, we keep it rich

Just clowning, pounding, riding in
of the most elite shit to ever hit the town
Screaming out how you like me now and I'm gettin'
I stay platinum while get dizzier

The difference between y'all is I get 'em out of seats
And my balling techniques is out of reach
and direct from the Peach State
Where we make hits, deep grits and steak, laced
We hit the breaks, just continue to speed, stay in the lead
don't wanna fuck with me?