Luyện nghe bài hát Bloody War

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

Bloody War! Bloody, war!
What you think these bullets and all these guns for? (made for)
Bloody War! Bloody, war! (war)
What you think these bullets and all these guns made
(B.G.)
made 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.
They made to bust with em (bust wit em,) they made to 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 nigga to come that shit, so I can get it back and go that bitch.
Teach that snitch, about that the place where we woulda putta bullet in your mouth.
Take your doe, take your cash, and let the reaper come and take your ass,
Imma slow it down cause I'm goin to fast, Imma it down to fast.
This the last time I'm gonna remind you niggas, Imma cock back and put a hot dime in you niggas.
That's ten shots, ten from 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 your ass in land.
Bitch!!!

2
(B.G.)
Nigga, I'm from,
All we do is and hustle,
If you come without that pistol, you in trouble.
I'd insult niggas, on a that got they're stash took,
The who took it turned around and got his ass busted.
I'm out here, half the time I sleep.
How Imma sleep 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 give it how you it; I take it how it come.
They say you by the gun, and you die by the gun
I been a little soldier; I a little beast.
I'm even wilder, I got Soldier 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 through
Sweat on my palms, ass weedwill keep me calm.
on my arm, the streets is feeling like Vietnam,
Murdering Uncle Toms, I'm crunk like I'm Lil'
Imma wizard waving a wand, your up in my palm
If you kill me flex, hit the block and go take of my moms nigga.
(B.G.)
My mom ashamed of me, I'm in the now.
I tell her momma trip, it's too late to change now.
Im on the block with it, I'm in the with it.
Wherever you catch me at I'm ready to bust it.