Luyện nghe bài hát Three

Yo dun we got guns in the
Its at night
I'm about to take the swallow of the EZus Jesus
Who got fifty on the tree
We stop at the store
We need D batteries for the music
Snatch the biscuits out the lawn
Fuck a cab lets take out Yolanda's Saab
We that bitch two wibbles
And off the a vehicle for that pillow
All outside the dun
What to Queens like Sutphin and 121
Farmers and
The got us on the BQE
Just to get a taste of that
We took our out to Coney Island posted up by the Himalaya
Pina Colada Champales mixed with
That's St. in dun lingo
Spillin it on the floor for our dead
While I spark the
My niggas got
When we smoke that shit only go once
Dogs we just killin
Somebody just got shit twist on the block fucking up the grind
So til it down
We going at the sluts
Bitch we wanna fuck now

Son I'm on a bench high chicken wings and french fries
A fuck spent his last bucks on six dimes
I'm one gram from big time a spliff away from
My is broken my man started smokin again
P I heard the tunnel again
I spoke to Flex he said he's let both of us in
Its time to up the autos and semis
I wish my nigga Spank was in the physical of life
I got my uptown Nikes out and icy
Mad
Jumpin out the cocaine white
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
Seems we was to kill
Yo P me on the hill
So we can jet Queens in SUVs
And these motherfuckers how we rep this thing
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