Luyện nghe bài hát 3rd Ward Court Date

Verse one:

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

{yella boy}

Until I to rap rap rap
Rap shit everyday now the 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 can't
They got me down up in this place
My offense and I caught myself a murder case
Parish prison blues gave me no to choose
I get myself a knifer or be taken by yo lifer
Shit my woman sendin' me money
Thinkin' I'm a come home
I like to that way but evidence shown
Prints plus a weapon
I'm up shit creek watchin' for on the proud
Got me losin' sleep I'm gettin' lots of
But I don't give a fuck I'm like chuck and she
Wouldn't put the up
I get probation?
Or will I get free? I'm the court date
My is the three

Chorus: boy}

Verse {lil' ya}

in my cut thinkin' of a deaf rhyme
Got to make it short I don't have a lot of time
I'm seein' old from the past
Smart like a motherfucker I how they last
had fades, and bushes and shit
Just like on the street the third was it
You couldn't step to the blue
Like jefferson ya fat I thought you knew?
again with the juror food for days that's what
The kept I'm chillin' in lower nine
With my mind on my money and my on my mind
Ced on parole he's in the house with a boot in his
Boot up back and him knock it out
on the phone talkin' to them hoes
Call sterol on the and do a pere
'cause I'm a villain and I'm
six six three one

Verse four: boy}

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

Verse {lil' ya}

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

{yella boy}