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 next
We stop at the store
We need D batteries for the theme
Snatch the biscuits from out the
Fuck a cab lets cracked out Yolanda's Saab
We gave that bitch two
And skated off the a vehicle for that
All outside the dun
happened to Queens like 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 mixed Dainey
That's St. in dun lingo
it on the floor for our dead people
While I spark the
My got lungs
When we smoke that shit only go around
we just killin time
Somebody just got shit twist on the block fucking up the grind
So til it pipe
We just going at the
we wanna fuck right now

Son I'm on a high eatin chicken wings and french fries
A crackhead fuck spent his last on six dimes
I'm one gram from big time a spliff away overdosin
My heart is broken my man started again
P I heard the tunnel open
I spoke to Flex he he's gonna let both of us in
Its time to up the autos and semis
I wish my Spank was in the physical form of life
I got my uptown thugged out and icy
Mad
Jumpin out the white Jeep
Through with strugglin so I resume
Rap game or crack game my is still bubblin
Yo three in the morning and them Ds on the still
Seems we was to kill
Yo P me on the hill
So we can jet Queens in SUVs
And show these motherfuckers how we rep thing
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