Luyện nghe bài hát Three

Yo dun we got in the grass
Its three at
I'm to take the last swallow of the EZus Jesus
Who got fifty on the tree
We gotta stop at the
We need D batteries for the music
Snatch the biscuits out the lawn
a cab lets take cracked out Yolanda's Saab
We that bitch two wibbles
And off the a vehicle for that pillow
All the borough dun
happened to Queens like Sutphin and 121
Farmers and
The got us on the BQE
Just to get a of that greenery
We took our out to Coney Island posted up by the Himalaya
Pina Colada mixed with Dainey
That's St. in dun lingo
Spillin it on the 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 pipe
We just at the sluts
Bitch we wanna fuck now

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