Luyện nghe bài hát Th3rd F

[Verse 1:
yay at the fiend house
Tuck the 'opper in the couch
'07, light dutches,
My gun game you can't with, nigga
Break shins, put you on crutches, nigga
Po-po at the door you flush it, nigga
He sold 19, a bird left
D's kicked his door and found it, that's his F
D's kicked his door and found it, that's his F
D's kicked his door and found it, up
Look, since 15 a TEC shooter
Did a stretch came big as Lex Luger
lobster with the (?) fritters
Griselda, bitch, who can with us?
I'm from the city get smoked for a half a ki
Versace specs, shirt on, bitch I'm Master P (haha, haha!)
Master kush, I smoked about a half a B
Bout to lock the game up and bury the key
Had to foreign parked at my traum'
Stick on the back if the dram' pop
40 dollar ace, lyin around
I know I shit, I even sold my mom rocks
Free the gangstas in Max and Comstock
Attica and Wyoming, Albion, the guys me
go see my jeweler buy 5 Rollies
Just to remind myself, my time homie
Bodies on the
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 nobody fuckin me
I'm a legend in the flesh, respect me your father
Fuck pussy niggas, I will hit 'em with the carbon
Put you on the front of t-shirt, we merk whoever,

[Interlude:
Yeah man, niggas better be careful, man
Them little niggas out man, playin, man
them big (?), nigga
It's Griselda life, nigga, Wu-Tang,
right, for real
Hold the 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, is not a game
We will take sneakers
Take all that and everything, nigga
For real, man, up, word to mother, man
You the voice nigga
You know who it is, man, call your in

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