Luyện nghe bài hát Three

Yo dun we got guns in the
Its three at
I'm about to the last swallow of the EZus Jesus
Who got fifty on the next
We gotta stop at the
We need D batteries for the theme
Snatch the biscuits out the lawn
Fuck a cab take cracked out Yolanda's Saab
We gave bitch two wibbles
And skated off the a vehicle for that
All the borough dun
What happened to Queens Sutphin and 121
Farmers and
The got us on the BQE
to get a taste of that greenery
We took our smoke out to Island posted up by the Himalaya
Pina Colada Champales mixed Dainey
That's St. Ides in dun
Spillin it on the floor for our dead
While I the sequel
My niggas got
we smoke that shit only go around once
Dogs we just time
Somebody got they shit twist on the block fucking up the grind
So til it down
We going at the sluts
Bitch we wanna right now

Son I'm on a bench eatin chicken wings and french fries
A crackhead fuck his last bucks on six dimes
I'm one gram big time a spliff away from overdosin
My is broken my man started smokin again
P I heard the tunnel open
I spoke to Flex he said he's gonna let of us in
Its to load up the autos and semis
I wish my nigga Spank was in the physical form of
I got my Nikes thugged out and icy
Mad
Jumpin out the cocaine Jeep
with strugglin so I resume hustlin
Rap game or crack game my crew is bubblin
Yo three in the morning and Ds on the corner still
we was born to kill
Yo P me on the hill
So we can jet through Queens in
And show these motherfuckers how we rep this
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