Luyện nghe bài hát G.o.d. Pt. Iii

Some of that 151, son, yeah, some of that
Aight, aiyyo, son, yo, yo
You think motherfuckin' nigga's out there right now, son?
Word, what he doin' out

Son, we got drama with that
Be to fuckin' front last week
What, kid out there?
Yo, I that nigga earlier, knahmsayin'?

Nah, that, go, go open the window real quick, son
Open fuckin' window
You gonna take him from the window,
Yo, hold up, that, there go, that's nigga right there, son
Right next to the court?

Yeah, yeah, the one
Oh, shit, c'mere, c'mere, c'mere, c'mere, turn the out
Turn the out, c'mon through
up, back up, they lookin'

Aiyyo, son, hit that nigga right now, son
Word to Mom, hit him out the window, son
Yo, you buggin', son, nah, chill 'Zo, fuck
hit that nigga right out the motherfuckin' window

Hold up, you want go bust him?
Nah fuck, I'ma hit this nigga out the window, son
Ga head, man, shit, shit, shit, blow it up, duck down

Yo, let me do it, man, let me do it, go
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga,
Yeah, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, fucker,

Pt. III
QBC, sip Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice
Drama, we bring, yeah, that's a small

G.O.D., Pt. III
QBC, sip Bacardi
on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yo, a small thing

Awright, now pay to the crime rhyme Houdini P
Keepin' you niggaz in
Mobb, representative, me the specialist
Professional professor at this rap

Up in the laboratory, here's why your rhyme bore me
Store rap ain't shit, my category
Is of an insane who strike back
I draw first blood, it's over with and that

You wanna square off, sayin' slice cat?
You get splashed from back of your head to ass
signs to the end with iron map
Which bring Apocalypse to game called rap

Not a but quite serious and yo, in fact
You'll be runnin' for dear life so far you might off the map
Fuckin' P, you need a gat
At to have the opportunity to bust back

shot, the motherfucker pack around world premier
Shook individuals bound from blind
Scared to death niggaz fall to they worst
Horror tales in Braille for vision

You lookin' for P, well, you can him everywhere
In a project near you, be right there
I was brought up and taught to no fear
wire niggaz stay behind me in the rear

Cowardly step aside, stand clear
My bloodthirsty got they eyes on you
QBC, Bacardi, G.O.D. Father Pt. III
On some in Embassy Suite, crash your party

Yo, it's the G.O.D., Pt. III
QBC, sip lime
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice
Drama, we bring, yo, a small thing

the, G.O.D., Father Pt. III
QBC, sip Bacardi
on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yo, that's a small

Yeah, yo, Bacardi, gettin' bent, crash the party
Handle B-I, bringin' it to
Physical damage, control handle cannons
Hittin' you ripped, leave your bloodstream

While you actin' out of character, we
Drillin' 'em down so hard, I we felt it comin' at 'em
Hennessey float like the Phantom
Runnin' you up out of the in which you standin'

second-guess a cat who hold gat
Concealed but easily revealed and
Body raps to get your back snapped in half
And severed, pain beyond measure

Sheisty livin' brought him to his last
changed around quick to one stead
Face of fear, conquerin' your ice grill
Tragedies, put him to like NyQuil

Givin' a overdose of rap potent
dangerous, fatally left open
For the roaches, scavengers, EMS
Funeral homes, anticipatin' your

the dead truth, check in the morgue
You'll find proof enough to make you think and before
ship sink to the bottom
Night owl leave the and spot him
You know the routine, face up before I him

Yo, the G.O.D., Father Pt. III
QBC, sip Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice
Drama, we bring, yo, that's a thing

G.O.D., Pt. III
QBC, sip lime
on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yo, a small thing

the, G.O., Father Pt. III
QBC, sip lime
on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yo, that's a thing

G.O.D., Pt. III
QBC, sip Bacardi
on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yo, a small thing

What? Yeah, yeah, yeah,
G.O.D., Father Pt. III,