Luyện nghe bài hát Three

(prodigy)

for my G niggas
rite,
we be shootin at nigga wat
G niggas
yo fuck the
NYP new york are dicks
they can't stop our
up
? for my A.M. ?
dun
hit the the bootleggas

yo, yo dun we got in the grass
it's three at
im about to take the last of the eases jesus
who go 50 on the tree
we gotta stop at the store we need D for the theme music
snatch the from out the lawn
fuck a cab lets take cracked out your lawns are
we gave bitch 2 wibbles
then off with a vehicle for the pillow
all outside the borough dun wat happened to
like in 1 2 1
farmers in 1
got us on the B.Q.E.
just to get a taste of that
we our smoke out the coney island
it up by the himalaya
pina coladas, champeles wit daney
that saint oz is dun
spillin it on the for our dead people
while I the sequal
my niggas got when we smoke
that shit only go around
we just killing time
somebody got they shit twist
on the fuckin up the grind so
till it down we jus blowin at the sluts
i wanna fuck rite now

(cormega)
son im on the high
eating chicken wings and fries
a crackhead
spent his last on 6 dimes
im 1 from big time
a spliff from overdosing
my is broken
my man started smoking
P i heard the tunnel again
i to flex
he he gonna let both of us in
time to load up the auto's and semi's
i wish my niggas bank was in a physical of life
i got my uptown
thugged out and
mad
jumping out the cokehead white
was strugglin
so i hustlin
rap game or crack
my crew is bubblin
yo 3 in the
and the D's on the corner
seems we were to kill
yo P me on the hill
so we jet through queens in SUV's
and show these how we rep this thing ya know