Luyện nghe bài hát G.o.d. Pt. Iii

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

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

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

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

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

Hold up, you want somebody go him?
Nah fuck, that I'ma hit nigga out the window, son
Ga head, man, shit, shit, shit, don't 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 lime
on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yeah, 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

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

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

You wanna square off, sayin' that cat?
You get from back of your head to ass crack
Surgical signs to the end iron map
Which bring to this game called rap

Not a game but quite and yo, in fact
You'll be runnin' for dear so far you might fall off the map
Fuckin' with P, you a gat
At least to have the opportunity to bust

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

You for P, well, you can find him everywhere
In a project near you, I'll be there
I was brought up and to have no fear
Live wire stay behind me in the rear

Cowardly hearts step aside, stand
My bloodthirsty niggaz got they on you
QBC, lime Bacardi, G.O.D. Pt. III
On some hashish in Embassy Suite, crash party

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

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

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

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

Never second-guess a cat who gat
but easily revealed and fast
Body castin' to get your back snapped in half
And severed, impossible pain measure

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

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

That's the dead truth, check in the
find proof enough to make you think and stop before
Your ship to the bottom
owl leave the mark and spot him
You know the routine, up before I shot him

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

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

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

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

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