Luyện nghe bài hát 3rd Ward Court Date

Verse one:

It all in the streets at the age of ten
I hangin' out late snatchin' purses with my friends
I went one day on st. charles you see
Lookin' for a white that was peepin' id
I see one in sight was white as a duck
She just don't fuckin' I'm bout to show her boo-koo love
I'm bout to beat her up so I asked the hoe the
She looked down and her crown she bent down
Stupid clown I jetted with her purse and I hear
Gangster's whisper found and some coke
was stashed by a bush bill twenty worth of coke
With a I'm feelin' hard I'm eighty strong from the third
I a fuckin' quarter jetted quick down to fossil
So I slipped now I'm

{yella boy}

Until I to rap rap rap
Rap everyday now the name of
My rap is third ward date
I to rap rap rap
Rap shit everyday now the of
My rap is third ward court

two: {tec-9}

Three cops and I'm caught I believe
They got me locked down up in this
My first offense and I caught myself a case
Parish prison blues me no time to choose
I either get myself a knifer or be taken by yo
Shit my woman still me money
Thinkin' I'm a come home
I like to that way but evidence shown
Prints plus a murder
I'm up shit creek watchin' for vanish on the
Got me losin' sleep I'm gettin' lots of
But I don't give a I'm stuck like chuck and she
put the house up
Will I get
Or will I get free? I'm the court date
My is the three

Chorus: {yella

Verse three: ya}

Layin' in my cut thinkin' of a deaf
Got to make it short because I don't a lot of time
I'm seein' old gee's the past
Smart a motherfucker I wonder how they last
Niggas had fades, and bushes and
Just on the street the third was runnin' it
You couldn't step close to the
Like jefferson said ya fat I thought you
Here with the juror food for days that's what
The motherfucker kept I'm in lower nine
With my mind on my and my money on my mind
Ced on parole he's in the house a boot in his mouth
Boot up back and make him it out
Gangster's on the phone talkin' to hoes
Call sterol on the three and do a
I'm a villain and I'm chillin'
It's six six one

four: {yella boy}

Up early in the mornin' time to the
White bangor the so we can
Put the in my back
I caught the first
The coke a
Gun to sittin' in the "u' stun'n
What the am I gonna do
I'm chillin' in my jail talkin' to the attorney
He did you pull the trigger if so your goin' on
A long on the court session
tall like a man
They got my feet, and shackled i'm
my right hand
I caught juvenile life plus a to exist
Like my nigga tec said (ahh I'm in effect)
Peewee's playhouse don't want them havin' fun
'cause all our strafe a cation a sucker that ain't no gun
My heat is smokin' I'm thinkin' hard all you fake ass new
Pussy better hold noise they must see what I see
Yes, I'm big I'm bad I'm buff that p.t. shit
here I come to bust here come the guard friday night
At night no more visitation he leave sit ain't shit
I'm bout to a lil' vacation bog boy be chillin'
And I'm from that one two
But you better be cool before he slang you with that now
I'm buckin' in the hole nigga be real don't shed no
'cause early mornin' bitch I'm goin' to styleville

Verse {lil' ya}

I call my nigga baby he's at the
Doin' paper try'na get me out
But his lawyer actin' a murk
Feedin' him the wrong arm right
We had to to keep shit tight
I sit at the kite nights
I flight and write
To my niggas and who was close and all right
May the ninth was my date
No no gun so they threw away the case
I was free july the twelfth down for armed
how a nigga felt and fuck that judge
Because bitch came late
Try'na give me time on my ward court date

Chorus: {yella