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 wanna know, huh?
is he gonna do?
You got who said,
"I'm out, I'm out the door year"
Fuck, all them
Fuck
Nigga me and Bizarre hate each other
you
Low Key
Fuck that
Talking 'bout he battled me and me
you
And I see you on the streets
I'm in grill
Ya what I'm saying?

By the age of
My mind state was
Various opponents whose stature was
you
Throwing dust
Then frowning hard on chorus
Proof was on the before Nat Morris
Cold as a forest in these starving streets
A garbage that was brought
could eat
The of haters
Diss us perging
So I spit venom at you through serve in vegas
The primitive again
None can match
Blast at rib cage
Making your spine back
You lack fat
And thoughts of
Whippin' my out on nuns
If say sex is sin
Next to
I'm Shady as a win
Dirty solo are respected men
Get known for
Irritate me infected skin
The ain't lookin' the same
Like a neglected
Some the scary
unnecessary
To your crew, family, your friends
Your tech can
Knock your paws off
you flat like a soft drink
Got styles than Diana Ross swing
Zone like James when he smoke crack
You and Charli
Got something in
both whack
Proof the 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 cock back your
None of y'all bitch ass niggas wanna
five minutes or less
I'll be at your
You're a bitch
And I test you
And the niggas you was
already left you
So down 'cause Bizarre Kid's comin' here
Shootin' at you and your
And you ain't seen in years
you believe in God
'cause nigga you better
Pull your kids the window
And duck from AK
And already done the Proof and Denaun
And if I want to
I can't change my nigga's
'cause you on the shit
bullets are relentless
And ain't no way in hell that you avoidin'
Ain't no
Yo I see number on my caller ID
Bitch, callin' me
Fuck the
I pull the deuce deuce
And my niggas go
a bunch 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 other
So somebody ask
I just say you under the (Killer Eel)
No matter what the
Revolvers can 'em
a nigga breathless
The tech whips

Walking you right to the edge of darkness
We're way beyond
When I pull me out a
I bank
up your white tank top
While my Bugz is stickin' up
Your nearest gang
Just scarred liar retired
We niggas pass out like fliers
Flossin' my teeth with wire
Leavin' a mess
Then kids
And buy 'em a bar
So they can me where you live
Artist]
Highly
Spraining my
Lickin' off this black
With my eyes flossed
up the Art of War
In the dictionary
And see Bizarre holding kids
Hostage for Crunch Berries
My pump hot
Coat like Malox
Run spots
Setting it off the guns that Dre got
séance
But ass
Fuck bringing you to life
Nigga we putting you in caskets
off with the mop like you got somethin'
But in my mind I'm
Blast soon as I spot
And you fall
I damn well I done shot somethin'
And I'm your brains
Off my for frontin'
is
Your local sellers
Throwing bombs in your church
To your elders
The men on bitches tracks
You notice
Banging clits and
they drop the sheets
Niggas'll die these
we inflict
You supposed to be in some
'cause you the bitch
(x2)

Bugz'll you
In than a word or two
Bring the art of war to door
me Sonny Zoo
Nigga don't be mad 'cause your broad is a
dialing 976-need-a-dick (bitch)
Niggas you
I'm to smack, stab, and spit on
Kick at, hit on, you hear me bitch? still on
through my crib
Like your it with your shouts
Ain't you the same
Who was crying on his
Apologize on boy
If you like life boy
(Yo Bugz, leave that nigga
You he just a white boy)
Fuck
I him off the wheels
And take his
Or bought a royal
And him with my steal
You ass
How you figure it will
Take your bitch on Jones
Then beat your ass on Springer
fuck with it
Or get your split and mouth bruised
That's a
Fuck Shoes*
Chorus fade