Luyện nghe bài hát Th3rd F

[Verse 1:
Whippin yay at the fiend
Tuck the 'opper in the couch
'07, dutches, nigga
My gun game you fuck with, nigga
both shins, put you on crutches, nigga
Po-po at the door you better flush it,
He sold 19, a bird left
D's kicked his and found it, that's his third F
D's kicked his door and found it, his third F
D's his door and found it, hold up
Look, since 15 been a TEC
Did a stretch came home big as Lex
Grilled lobster with the (?)
Griselda, bitch, who can fuck us?
I'm from the city get smoked for a half a ki
specs, silk shirt on, bitch I'm Master P (haha, haha!)
Master kush, I done smoked about a a B
to lock the game up and bury the master key
Had to foreign parked at my spot
on the back seat if the dram' pop
40 dollar ace, around block
I know I ain't shit, I sold my mom rocks
Free the in Clinton Max and Comstock
Attica and Wyoming, Albion, the guys me
go see my jeweler buy 5 Rollies
Just to remind myself, it's my time
on the blicky
Hit his body the .50
Shot 'til it (?)
Catch a body then I'm probably in the doin 60
In Atlanta smokin sour, ain't fuckin with me
I'm a legend in the flesh, me like your father
Fuck them pussy niggas, I will hit 'em with the
Put you on the front of t-shirt, we whoever, nigga

[Interlude:
Yeah man, niggas better be careful, man
Them little out there man, playin, man
Playin big (?), nigga
Griselda life, nigga, Wu-Tang, nigga
That's right, for
the fort gradually, nigga
Keep but Uzis
With motherfuckin big skin on the top of it, nigga
Yaknahmean, this real life,
Don't get caught up,
This is not a game nigga, this is not a
We will your sneakers
Take all that and everything, nigga
For real, man, word up, to mother, man
You know the voice
You know who it is, man, call boss in

2: Raekwon]
Egg S's, Guess jeans on
I blow
Caught me in with Nexus cards and stolen Lexuses
Me and my guest of gun holders who blow pedestrians
Half a boat load of coke inside my jets and
Off like a Mexican, my friend dip
We run together, fuck all your next man
your captain, he overreacted, I'll slowly blow your back in
you in traffic, the (?)
We runs frenetic, I runs the
That gun's Ben
I drag flips, get caught in the cross like
I a black (?), I slap tricks, I mack slick
You dap dicks, clowns get found naked in whips
And sign him off, he mine, he was a (?)
Then this rich Drink Champs, can't buy me off
Niggas is homos and and logos, ridin Volvos
Your on, you hoes is sold, you lost ya soul