Luyện nghe bài hát Zone 3

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Welcome, welcome,

[Verse 1: Curry]
is dedicated
To the of my niggas, them
of them victimized because the daily grind
Crackers be and sending them
Down to the
Face on the pavement
Blackland, City
My it's the same shit
Still the little niggas going to the candy lady
25 for frozen cup
Crackers be thinking they
Just post in the Charger until they are to jump
Jump out the jumper, no pulling gun out
You better be sprinting the way

Throw out the fire, get by the nine
Run through alley ways all in Bay
It's real in the field, kill or be killed
Like BG so got a grip on the tec
my nigga, Chynaman, took my nigga, PJ
And Trayvon, hot damn, who next on a tee?
and raised on the Zone 3
Blackland by the 199
Pull out the stick if you 'bout that
Seen from the Four be toting that iron
Run down, a nigga by sundown
Or downtown when he think the shit is
Got that boy when they shot boy

Then they put him in the trash when they slide by the
Swerve, soon as I off the curve
Burn the evidence a nigga hide
Take 27? Nah nigga, that
Let's take that on the I-95
Bumping that sickest with the vomit spit
And a 666 with a twist and
If you homicide drive-by
They'll leave you with nubs like the Girls
I get so high, so high
Until I see the of God
to South Florida
Let AK rip on the whole damn squad

Bitch, I'm from that Zone Three, Zone
Three, Zone Three
Zone Three, Zone
Blackland, CC
That Three, Zone Three
Zone Three, Three
Zone Three, Three
Blackland, CC
That Zone Three, Zone
Three, Zone Three
Zone Three, Three
Blackland, CC
That Three, Zone Three
Zone Three, Zone
Zone Three, Three
Blackland, CC, bitch
Bitch nigga, bitch nigga, nigga, bitch nigga
Hashtag bitch (x3)