Luyện nghe bài hát Three

(prodigy)

for my G niggas
rite,
we be at cops 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 bootleggas the

yo, yo dun we got in the grass
it's three at
im about to take the swallow of the eases jesus
who go 50 on the tree
we gotta stop at the store we need D batteries for the theme
snatch the from out the lawn
fuck a cab lets cracked out your lawns are solved
we gave that bitch 2
then off with a vehicle for the pillow
all outside the borough dun wat to queens
like in 1 2 1
farmers in 1
got us on the B.Q.E.
just to get a of that greenery
we took our smoke out the coney
it up by the himalaya
pina coladas, champeles wit daney
that oz is dun lingle
spillin it on the floor for our people
I spark the sequal
my niggas got lungs we smoke
shit only go around once
dogs we killing time
somebody got they shit twist
on the block up the grind so
it pipe down we jus blowin at the sluts
bitch i wanna fuck now

(cormega)
son im on the bench
eating chicken and french fries
a fuck
spent his last on 6 dimes
im 1 gram big time
a spliff from overdosing
my is broken
my man smoking again
P i the tunnel open again
i spoke to
he said he gonna let of us in
it's time to load up the auto's and
i my niggas bank was in a physical form of life
i got my uptown
thugged out and
mad
jumping out the cokehead white
through was
so i hustlin
rap game or game
my is still bubblin
yo 3 in the
and the D's on the corner
seems we were born to
yo P meet me on the
so we could jet through in SUV's
and show these how we rep this thing ya know