Luyện nghe bài hát Zone 3

64
Welcome, welcome,

[Verse 1: Curry]
is dedicated
To the of my niggas, them
Most of them because the daily grind
be bamming and sending them
Down to the
Face down on the
Blackland, City
My visual the same shit
Still the little niggas going to the candy lady
25 for frozen cup
Crackers be thinking they
Just post in the Charger they are ready to jump
out the jumper, no pulling your gun out
You better be the other way

Throw out the fire, get caught by the
Run through alley ways all in Bay
real in the field, either kill or be killed
Like BG so got a grip on the tec
my nigga, Chynaman, took my nigga, PJ
And Trayvon, hot damn, who on a white tee?
Born and raised on the 3
Blackland by the 199
Pull out the stick if you that life
Seen niggas the Four be toting that iron
Run down, catch a by sundown
Or downtown he think the shit is serene
Got that boy when they that boy

Then they put him in the trash when they by the Beanz
Swerve, as I peel off the curve
Burn the then a nigga hide
27? Nah nigga, fuck that
Let's take chance on the I-95
Bumping that sickest shit with the spit
And a 666 with a twist and
If you homicide drive-by
They'll leave you with like the Powerpuff Girls
I get so high, so high
I see the face of God
Welcome to South
Let that AK rip on the whole squad

Bitch, I'm from that Three, Zone Three
Three, Zone Three
Zone Three, Three
Blackland, CC
That Zone Three, Three
Zone Three, Three
Zone Three, Zone
Blackland, CC
That Zone Three, Zone
Zone Three, Three
Zone Three, Zone
Blackland, CC
That Three, Zone Three
Zone Three, Zone
Three, Zone Three
That Blackland, CC,
nigga, bitch nigga, bitch nigga, bitch nigga
Hashtag nigga (x3)