Luyện nghe bài hát Three

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

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