Luyện nghe bài hát G.o.d. Pt. Iii (remix)

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

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

Nah, fuck that, go, go open the real quick, son
Open that window
You gonna him from the window, nigga?
Yo, hold up, that, there go, that nigga right there, son
Right to the basketball court?

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

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

Hold up, you want somebody go bust
Nah fuck, that I'ma hit this out the window, son
Ga head, man, shit, shit, shit, don't blow it up, duck

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 thing

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

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

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

You wanna square off, sayin' slice that
You get splashed from of your head to ass crack
Surgical to the end with iron map
bring Apocalypse to this game called rap

Not a but quite serious 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

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

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

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

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 small

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 thing

Yeah, yo, lime Bacardi, gettin' bent, crash the
B-I, bringin' it to anybody
Physical damage, crowd control handle
Hittin' you ripped, leave bloodstream contamin-ed

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

second-guess a cat who hold gat
Concealed but easily and fast
Body castin' to get your back snapped in half
And severed, impossible pain measure

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

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

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

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

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