Luyện nghe bài hát Three

Yo dun we got in the grass
Its three at
I'm about to take the last swallow of the Jesus
Who got fifty on the tree
We gotta stop at the
We need D batteries for the theme
the biscuits from out the lawn
Fuck a cab take cracked out Yolanda's Saab
We gave that bitch two
And off the a vehicle for that pillow
All the borough dun
What happened to Queens like and 121
Farmers and
The got us on the BQE
to get a taste of that greenery
We took our smoke out to Island posted up by the Himalaya
Pina Champales mixed with Dainey
That's St. Ides in dun
Spillin it on the floor for our dead
While I spark the
My got lungs
When we smoke that shit only go around
Dogs we killin time
Somebody just got shit twist on the block fucking up the grind
So til it down
We just going at the
Bitch we fuck right now

Son I'm on a bench high 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 my man started smokin again
P I heard the open again
I to Flex he said he's gonna let both of us in
Its to load up the autos and semis
I wish my nigga was in the physical form of life
I got my uptown Nikes out and icy
Mad
Jumpin out the cocaine white
with strugglin so I resume hustlin
Rap game or crack game my is still bubblin
Yo three in the morning and them Ds on the corner
Seems we was born to
Yo P me on the hill
So we can jet through Queens in
And these motherfuckers how we rep this thing
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