Luyện nghe bài hát Art Of War

Tired of niggas the same
the same, ya, hah
Living in the same
What style is Proof gonna do this
Ya wanna know, huh?
What is he do?
You got who said,
"I'm out, I'm out the door year"
Fuck, all them
Fuck
said me and Bizarre hate each other
you
Low Key
Fuck nigga
Talking 'bout he me and beat me
you
And when I see you on the
I'm in your
Ya know I'm saying?

By the age of
My mind was gugarious
Various opponents whose was hilarious
you
Throwing fairy
Then frowning hard on chorus
Proof was on the before Nat Morris
as a black forest in these starving streets
A garbage heap that was
could eat
The nerve of
Diss us perging
So I venom at you through your serve in vegas
The primitive again
None can match
Blast at your rib
Making your hatch back
You fat tactics
And of Dexatrim
Whippin' my dick out on
If say sex is sin
to Slim
I'm as a Tetris win
Dirty Dozen are respected men
Get for craft
Irritate me like skin
The future ain't the same
Like a neglected
Some the scary
unnecessary
To your crew, family, your friends
tech can carry
Knock your off sync
Left you flat a soft drink
Got more styles Diana Ross swing
Zone like Rick James when he crack
You and Charli
Got in common
Y'all whack
Proof the P-I-N
If I ain't the best year
The motherfucker be my

Who's the ass nigga
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 assets
You're just a
And I wanna you
And the you was with
already left you
So down 'cause Bizarre Kid's comin' here
at you and your peers
And cousins you seen in years
Hope you in God
'cause nigga you pray
your kids from the window
And duck from AK
And already done called the and Denaun
And even if I to
I can't change my nigga's
you on the shit list
These are relentless
And ain't no way in hell that you this
Ain't no
Yo I see your on my caller ID
Bitch, callin' me
Fuck the
Nigga I pull the deuce
And my niggas go
Like a bunch of that got loose
I'm for you nigga
So hide behind your
all my niggas believe in the Art Of War
(x4)
What you for?
Is you on for
assassins
you the art of war

Straight
Burying bodies right on top of each
So somebody ask
I just say you the weather (Killer Eel)
No matter the problem
Revolvers can 'em
Keep a breathless
The tech regardless

Walking you punks to the edge of darkness
way beyond that
When I me out a cartridge
I shots
Wettin' up your tank top
While my nigga is stickin' up
Your nearest gang
Just another scarred liar
We niggas pass out like fliers
Flossin' my teeth barbed wire
a bloody 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 bitch
up the Art of War
In the ghetto
And see Bizarre your kids
Hostage for Crunch Berries
My stay hot
stomachs like Malox
Run away
it off with the guns that Dre got
Ghetto
But ass
Fuck you back to life
Nigga we putting you in caskets
Running off with the mop like you got
But in my mind I'm
Blast as I spot somethin'
And when you
I know damn I done shot somethin'
And I'm your brains
Off my for frontin'
is
Your weed sellers
pipe bombs in your church
To your elders
The men on bitches tracks
You these
Banging and ovaries
Till they drop the
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
Nigga don't be mad 'cause broad is a trick
Always 976-need-a-dick (bitch)
Niggas you
I'm to smack, stab, and spit on
Kick at, hit on, you hear me bitch? It's on
Calling through my
your bout it with your shouts
Ain't you the nigga
Who was crying on his
Apologize on boy
If you your life boy
(Yo Bugz, leave that nigga
You he just a white boy)
that
I him off the wheels
And his bleel
Or bought a mope
And destroy him with my
You ass
How you figure it will
Take bitch on Jenny Jones
Then beat your ass on Jerry
Don't fuck it
Or get your split and mouth bruised
a promise
Fuck *Hal
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