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 crank mug.
motherfucker!!!!

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

1
(David Banner)
I'm you bitches,
With choppas, running from 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 south; the place where we putta bullet in your mouth.
Take your doe, take cash, and let the grim reaper come and take your ass,
Imma slow it down cause I'm goin to fast, Imma it down to fast.
the last 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 from a fucking glock, I wanted peace, but now my piece is 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 slippin without that pistol, you in trouble.
I'd insult niggas, on a block got they're stash took,
The niggas who took it turned and got his ass busted.
I'm out here, half the time I sleep.
How Imma sleep when I'm in the 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.
They say you 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 livin me.

3
(David Banner)
When I pray, I dont what to say.
Just beg to the Lord to let me see day.
A AK totter, 1st quarter, 50 *****
Sweat on my palms, bomb ass keep me calm.
Strap on my arm, the streets is feeling Vietnam,
Uncle Toms, I'm crunk like I'm Lil' John
Imma wizard waving a wand, bodies up in my palm
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 with it, I'm in the club it.
Wherever you catch me at I'm ready to with it.