Luyện nghe bài hát Three

When you stay ready you ain't gotta get ready, Parks. that
Microphone check, it's new y'all rage
These only prelude from the dude on stage
I'm old school, so my is in a New York state
Still feel like I'm the best rapper in the New York
Though I'm a Jersey City product, we like two doors
Maybe I'm just the best rapper New York plates
it be the God
If Fetty is the face of New Jerz, then you see how we needed I
doing it my way, that's Frank Sinatra
I might hang with you bloggers, but I with the mobsters
See me right in Hell's Kitchen having drinks over
the fake to love the real so let me thank you impostors Bicoastal early, y'all hit the Daytons and Impalas
Started buzzing around the time Sporty Thievz kept "nada"
Emcees ain't even bother, and I don't what's truly worse
Them wanting my spot or not knowing they gotta me first
You are now entering the of the sick
About as remarkable as it
Here's what think about you
Here's what think about you
You are now entering the mind of the
as remarkable as it gets
Here's what they think you
what they think about you

Now, Parks, let me get back to my shit right quick. Now turn me up in my headphones, let me get back on my rage shit right quick though. But turn the lights down in the booth, let's do real quick. Look. It go
Few years, weights up, sleep, wake up
Bitches know the up since I beat my case up
Hip hop shit list, look at these bastard men
I'm just back what's owed, and adding interest
Maybe my love died, loud lit above high
Slugs fly, eyes scrubbed dry, still a thug
All paraphilia versus my necrophilia
How are record dealing ya? I wasn't ever feeling ya
This feeling equates weapon, can't seal it, bruh
Deuce deuce, .380, a chopper Beretta
Hov 30 is the new 20, me, I feel like 30 is the new 40
I 30 new 40s
A bitch moving pills get 30s to off me
Just watch how you moving in Jersey, it's too
And with candles is where the energy laying you
Protect me from my loved ones, I can handle
If you talking Slaughterhouse please to "SlaughterMouse"
Think twice before you twice, you gotta roll with mouth
Got you birds popping, it's or Kurt Warner mouse
And I be dolo, nobody gotta warn the mouse
Used to take drives through the tunnel, we offers now
Smelled my man a soda, teddy, I bridged the water's mouth
Live from the house, calling out
Done all this drawing mouth
with all the Terry Bradshaw about
Kill spree, should look after
Y'all be yelling free your mans, I at my man stop getting captured
And all my Irvington over on Lyons put one in the air for Rev. Ron
You know we rock with the pastor, of silence
Put one in the air with me right quick. Bruh, we love you, rest in peace. All my Newark niggas what up? All my niggas over at Chancellor, what's good? Surf, I see you, on neighborhood. What up? Anywhere there's real niggas around, I'm right at home. Alright, bring my back in a minute. I like this bass though. I don't think that's gonna change anytime soon though