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 gotta at the store
We D batteries for the theme music
the biscuits from 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
happened to Queens like Sutphin and 121
Farmers and
The got us on the BQE
Just to get a taste of greenery
We took our smoke out to Coney Island up by the Himalaya
Pina Colada mixed with Dainey
That's St. Ides in dun
Spillin it on the for our dead people
I spark the sequel
My got lungs
When we smoke that shit only go around
Dogs we just killin
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 chicken wings and fries
A crackhead fuck his last bucks on six dimes
I'm one gram from big time a spliff away overdosin
My is broken my man started smokin again
P I heard the tunnel open
I spoke to Flex he said gonna let both of us in
Its time to up the autos and semis
I wish my nigga Spank was in the form of life
I got my Nikes thugged out and icy
Mad
Jumpin out the white Jeep
Through with strugglin so I hustlin
Rap or crack game my crew is still bubblin
Yo three in the and them Ds on the corner still
Seems we was to kill
Yo P meet me on the
So we can jet Queens in SUVs
And these motherfuckers how we rep this thing
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