Luyện nghe bài hát Bloody War

(David talking)
I I had my pistol.
Miggas, think the is a fad nigga.
I went back and up my nigga B.G.
We gon this mug.
motherfucker!!!!

Bloody War! Bloody, war!
What you think these and all these guns made for? (made for)
War! Bloody, bloody war! (war)
What you think bullets and all these guns made for?
(B.G.)
made to bust with em (bust wit em,) they made to bang with em (bang with em,)
If you trippin, they made to knock out your with em.
They to bust with em (bust wit em,) they made to bang with em (bang with em,)
If you trippin, they to knock out your brains with em.

1
(David Banner)
I'm you bitches,
choppas, running from helicopters and duckin the feds,
thirsting for blood, for war, I'm wanting you dead.
I want that to come that shit, so I can get it back and go beat that bitch.
Teach that snitch, about that south; the place where we woulda putta bullet in mouth.
Take your doe, take your cash, and let the grim come and take your ass,
Imma slow it down cause I'm goin to fast, Imma slow it to fast.
This the time that I'm gonna remind you niggas, Imma cock back and put a hot dime in you niggas.
That's ten shots, ten pops a fucking glock, I wanted peace, but now my piece is clearing out the block.
Knock, Knock. Who is it? Bitch, call me Ban.
The man with a plan to put ass in some land.
Bitch!!!

2
(B.G.)
Nigga, I'm from,
All we do is and hustle,
If you come slippin that pistol, you in trouble.
I'd insult niggas, on a that got they're stash took,
The niggas who took it around and got his ass busted.
I'm out here, half the time I sleep.
How Imma when I'm in the streets and I got beef.
On my block war; we live like we in Pakistan,
I got the mac in my pants, and I got in my hands.
I it how you want it; I take it how it come.
They say you by the gun, and you die by the gun
I been a little I been a little beast.
I'm wilder, I got Soldier Slim livin through me.

3
(David Banner)
When I pray, I know what to say.
Just beg to the to let me see another day.
A AK totter, 1st quarter, 50 *****
on my palms, bomb ass weedwill keep me calm.
Strap on my arm, the is feeling like Vietnam,
Murdering Toms, I'm crunk like I'm Lil' John
Imma wizard waving a wand, your bodies up in my
If you me flex, hit the block and go take care of my moms nigga.
(B.G.)
My mom of me, I'm in the game now.
I tell her momma dont trip, it's too late to now.
Im on the block it, I'm in the club with it.
Wherever you catch me at I'm ready to bust it.