Luyện nghe bài hát Art Of War

Tired of niggas the same
the same, ya, hah
Living in the same
What style is Proof do this time?
Ya really know, huh?
is he gonna 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 he battled me and beat me
you
And when I see you on the
I'm in grill
Ya know what I'm

By the age of
My mind state was
Various opponents whose stature was
you
Throwing fairy
frowning hard on whack chorus
Proof was on the scene Nat Morris
Cold as a forest in these starving streets
A garbage heap that was
Stars eat
The of haters
Diss us perging
So I spit venom at you through serve in vegas
The primitive fool
None can that
at your rib cage
Making spine hatch back
You lack fat
And thoughts of
Whippin' my dick out on
If say sex is sin
to Slim
I'm as a Tetris win
Dirty Dozen solo are men
Get known for
me like infected skin
The future ain't the same
a neglected twin
Some the scary
unnecessary
To kill your crew, family, your
Your tech can
your paws off sync
Left you flat a soft drink
Got more styles Diana Ross swing
Zone like Rick James when he smoke
You and Charli
Got something in
both whack
Proof the king
If I ain't the best 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 ass niggas wanna test
'cause five or less
I'll be at your
You're a bitch
And I wanna you
And the you was with
already left you
So duck down 'cause Bizarre Kid's here
Shootin' at you and your
And cousins you seen in years
Hope you in God
'cause nigga you better
Pull your from the window
And from this AK
And already done called the and Denaun
And even if I to
I can't change my nigga's
'cause you on the shit
These bullets are
And no way in hell that you avoidin' this
Ain't no
Yo I see your number on my ID
Bitch, callin' me
Fuck the
Nigga I the deuce deuce
And my niggas go
Like a bunch of rats got loose
I'm for you nigga
So hide behind door
'cause all my believe in the Art Of War
(x4)
What you startin'
Is you on for
Trife
you the art of war

Straight
bodies right on top of each other
So somebody ask
I just say you under the (Killer Eel)
No matter the problem
Revolvers can 'em
Keep a nigga
The whips regardless

Walking you punks to the edge of darkness
We're way that
When I pull me out a
I shots
Wettin' up white tank top
While my nigga is stickin' up
Your nearest gang
Just another scarred liar
We niggas pass out like fliers
my teeth with barbed wire
Leavin' a bloody
harass kids
And buy 'em a bar
So they can tell me where you
[Kon
dangerous
Spraining my
Lickin' off this black
With my flossed bitch
up the Art of War
In the dictionary
And see holding your kids
Hostage for Crunch Berries
My stay hot
Coat like Malox
Run spots
Setting it off with the that Dre got
séance
But ass
bringing you back 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 when you
I know damn well I done somethin'
And I'm cleaning your
Off my for frontin'
is
Your local weed
Throwing pipe bombs in your
To your elders
The men on bitches like
You these
Banging and ovaries
Till they drop the
die from these
Blows we
You supposed to be in shit
'cause you the bitch
(x2)

Bugz'll you
In than a word or two
Bring the art of war to door
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 It's still on
through my crib
Like your bout it with your
Ain't you the nigga
Who was on his couch
on site boy
If you like life boy
(Yo Bugz, leave that nigga
You know he a white boy)
that
I smack him off the
And take his
Or a royal mope
And destroy him with my
You ass
How you figure it will
Take your bitch on Jones
Then beat your ass on Jerry
fuck with it
Or get your head split and mouth
a promise
Fuck Shoes*
Chorus fade