Luyện nghe bài hát Three

Yo dun we got guns in the
Its at night
I'm about to take the last swallow of the Jesus
Who got fifty on the tree
We stop at the store
We need D batteries for the theme
Snatch the biscuits out the lawn
Fuck a cab lets take cracked out Yolanda's
We gave bitch two wibbles
And skated off the a for that pillow
All outside the dun
What happened to Queens Sutphin and 121
and 116th
The got us on the BQE
Just to get a taste of greenery
We took our smoke out to Coney posted up by the Himalaya
Colada Champales mixed with 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 once
we just killin time
Somebody just got shit twist on the block fucking up the grind
So til it down
We going at the sluts
we wanna fuck right now

Son I'm on a high eatin chicken wings and french fries
A crackhead spent his last bucks on six dimes
I'm one gram from big a spliff away from overdosin
My heart is broken my man started smokin
P I the tunnel open 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 Nikes 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
we was born to kill
Yo P me on the hill
So we can jet through Queens in
And show motherfuckers how we rep this thing
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