Luyện nghe bài hát Art Of War

Tired of niggas the same
the same, ya, hah
Living in the same
What style is gonna do this time?
Ya really know, huh?
What is he do?
You got who said,
"I'm out, I'm out the this year"
Fuck, all niggas
Fuck
Nigga said me and Bizarre hate each
you
Low Key
Fuck that
'bout he battled me and beat me
you
And when I see you on the
I'm in grill
Ya know I'm saying?

By the age of
My mind state was
Various opponents stature was hilarious
you
Throwing fairy
frowning hard on whack chorus
Proof was on the before Nat Morris
Cold as a black forest in starving streets
A garbage that was brought
could eat
The nerve of
us perging gators
So I spit venom at you through your in vegas
The primitive fool
None can match
at your rib cage
Making spine hatch back
You lack fat
And thoughts of
my dick out on nuns
If say sex is sin
Next to
I'm Shady as a win
Dozen solo are respected men
Get for craft
me like infected skin
The future ain't lookin' the
Like a neglected
Some the scary
unnecessary
To kill your crew, family, friends
tech can carry
Knock your off sync
Left you flat like a drink
Got more styles than Diana swing
Zone Rick James when he smoke crack
You and Baltimore
Got in common
Y'all whack
the king P-I-N
If I the best this year
The motherfucker be my

Who's the bitch ass
That's my name?
No one to
I just back your name
None of y'all bitch ass niggas test
five minutes or less
I'll be at your
You're just a
And I wanna you
And the niggas you was
already left you
So duck down 'cause Bizarre Kid's here
at you and your peers
And cousins you seen in years
you believe in God
'cause nigga you better
Pull your kids the window
And from this AK
And already done called the and Denaun
And even if I to
I can't my nigga's lines
'cause you on the shit
These bullets are
And ain't no way in hell you avoidin' this
no apologies
Yo I see your number on my ID
Bitch, callin' me
Fuck the
Nigga I pull the deuce
And my niggas go
Like a of rats that got loose
I'm for you nigga
So hide behind door
'cause all my believe in the Art Of War
(x4)
What you for?
Is you on for
Trife
you the art of war

Straight
Burying bodies right on top of each
So somebody ask
I say you under the weather (Killer Eel)
No matter what the
can solve 'em
Keep a breathless
The whips regardless

Walking you punks right to the of darkness
We're way that
I pull me out a cartridge
I bank
Wettin' up your tank top
While my nigga is stickin' up
nearest gang spot
Just another liar retired
We make niggas pass out like
Flossin' my teeth with wire
Leavin' a bloody
harass kids
And buy 'em a bar
So they can tell me where you
[Kon
Highly
Spraining my
Lickin' off this black
my eyes flossed bitch
up the Art of War
In the dictionary
And see Bizarre holding your
for their Crunch Berries
My stay hot
stomachs like Malox
Run spots
Setting it off with the guns Dre got
séance
But ass
Fuck bringing you back to
Nigga we putting you in caskets
Running off with the mop like you got
But in my mind I'm
Blast soon as I somethin'
And when you
I know damn well I done somethin'
And I'm cleaning your
Off my windshield for
is
Your local sellers
Throwing pipe bombs in church
To your elders
The men on bitches like
You notice
clits and ovaries
Till they the sheets
die from these
Blows we
You supposed to be in shit
'cause you the underdog
(x2)

Bugz'll you
In than a word or two
Bring the art of war to your
Call me Zoo
don't be mad 'cause your broad is a trick
Always dialing (bitch)
Niggas you
I'm known to smack, stab, and on
Kick at, hit on, you hear me bitch? still on
through my crib
Like bout it with your shouts
Ain't you the nigga
Who was on his couch
on site boy
If you like life boy
(Yo Bugz, that nigga alone
You he just a white boy)
that
I him off the wheels
And take his
Or bought a mope
And destroy him my steal
You ass
How you figure it will
your bitch on Jenny Jones
Then beat your ass on Jerry
fuck with it
Or get your head split and mouth
a promise
Fuck *Hal
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