Luyện nghe bài hát Three

Yo dun we got in the grass
Its at night
I'm about to take the last swallow of the Jesus
Who got fifty on the next
We stop at the store
We need D batteries for the music
Snatch the biscuits out the lawn
Fuck a cab lets cracked out Yolanda's Saab
We gave that two wibbles
And skated off the a vehicle for pillow
All the borough 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
Colada Champales mixed with Dainey
That's St. in dun lingo
Spillin it on the floor for our people
While I the sequel
My got lungs
When we that shit only go around once
Dogs we killin time
Somebody just got they shit twist on the fucking up the grind
So til it down
We just at the sluts
Bitch we 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 from
My heart is broken my man started again
P I heard the tunnel open
I spoke to he said he's gonna let both of us in
Its time to up the autos and semis
I my nigga Spank was in the physical form of life
I got my uptown Nikes out and icy
Mad
Jumpin out the cocaine Jeep
Through with so I resume hustlin
Rap game or crack game my crew is still
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 Queens in
And show these motherfuckers how we rep thing
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