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

1
(David Banner)
I'm you bitches,
With choppas, running from helicopters and the feds,
thirsting for blood, ready for war, I'm you dead.
I want nigga 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 reaper and take your ass,
Imma slow it down cause I'm goin to fast, slow it down to fast.
This the last time that I'm gonna remind you niggas, cock back and put a hot dime in you niggas.
That's ten shots, ten pops from a fucking glock, I peace, but now my piece is clearing out the block.
Knock, Knock. Who is it? Bitch, call me Ban.
The man with a to put your 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 niggas, on a block that got they're stash took,
The niggas who it turned around and got his ass busted.
I'm out here, the time I dont sleep.
How sleep when I'm in the streets and I got beef.
On my it's 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.
say you live by the gun, and you die by the gun
I been a little I been a little beast.
I'm even wilder, I got Soldier Slim through me.

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