Luyện nghe bài hát Bloody War

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

War! Bloody, bloody war!
What you think these bullets and all these guns made (made for)
Bloody War! Bloody, war! (war)
What you think these bullets and all these guns for?
(B.G.)
They made to bust with em (bust wit em,) they made to with em (bang with em,)
If you trippin, they made to knock out your brains em.
They to bust with em (bust wit em,) they made to bang with em (bang with em,)
If you trippin, they made to 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 shit, so I can get it back and go beat that bitch.
Teach that snitch, about that south; the place where we woulda bullet in your mouth.
Take your doe, take your cash, and let the grim reaper come and take ass,
Imma slow it down cause I'm goin to fast, Imma it down to fast.
This the last 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 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 insult niggas, on a block that got they're took,
The niggas who took it turned and got his ass busted.
I'm out here, half the I dont sleep.
How sleep when I'm in the streets and I got beef.
On my block it's 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 livin through me.

3
(David Banner)
When I pray, I know what to say.
Just beg to the Lord to let me see day.
A AK totter, 1st quarter, 50 through
on my palms, bomb ass weedwill keep me calm.
Strap on my arm, the is feeling like Vietnam,
Uncle 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 and go take care of my moms nigga.
(B.G.)
My mom of me, I'm in the game now.
I tell her momma trip, it's too late to change now.
Im on the with it, I'm in the club with it.
Wherever you catch me at I'm ready to bust it.