Luyện nghe bài hát Three

When you stay ready you ain't get ready, Parks. Understand that
Microphone check, something new y'all rage
These views only from the dude on stage
I'm old school, so my is in a New York state
Still like I'm the best rapper in the New York State
Though I'm a Jersey City product, we like two away
I'm just the best rapper whipping New York plates
it be the God
If Fetty is the face of New Jerz, then you see how we needed I
Young doing it my way, that's Frank
I might hang with you bloggers, but I bang the mobsters
See me right in Hell's Kitchen having over pasta
Need the fake to love the real so let me you impostors Bicoastal early, y'all hit the Daytons and Impalas
Started buzzing the time Sporty Thievz kept saying "nada"
Emcees ain't even bother, and I don't know what's truly
Them wanting my spot or not knowing they gotta me first
You are now entering the mind of the
as remarkable as it gets
Here's what think about you
Here's they think about you
You are now entering the of the sick
as remarkable as it gets
Here's what they think you
Here's what 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, do this real quick. Look. It go
Few years, up, still sleep, wake up
Bitches know the up since I beat my case up
Hip hop shit list, at these bastard men dress
I'm just taking back what's owed, and interest
just my love died, loud lit above high
Slugs fly, eyes scrubbed dry, a thug cries
All this versus my necrophilia
How are they record ya? I wasn't ever feeling ya
This feeling professional weapon, can't seal it, bruh
Deuce deuce, .380, a chopper millia
Hov said 30 is the new 20, me, I like 30 is the new 40
I 30 new 40s
A moving pills get 30s to move off me
Just watch how you in Jersey, it's too costly
And memory with is where the energy laying you
Protect me from my loved ones, enemies I can
If you talking Slaughterhouse refer to "SlaughterMouse"
Think twice before you blink twice, you gotta roll mouth
Got you popping, it's Korver or Kurt Warner mouse
And I be dolo, nobody gotta come the mouse
to take drives through the tunnel, we getting offers now
Smelled my man a soda, it's teddy, I bridged the mouth
from the Horror house, calling out
Done with all this drawing
with all the Terry Bradshaw about
Kill spree, cops should after
Y'all be yelling free mans, I yell at my man stop getting captured
And all my niggas over on Lyons put one in the air for Rev. Ron
You know we with the pastor, moment 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? there's real niggas around, I'm right at home. Alright, bring my drums back in a minute. I like this bass though. I don't think that's gonna change anytime soon though