Luyện nghe bài hát Bloody War

(David talking)
I I had my pistol.
Miggas, think the is a fad nigga.
I went 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 made (made for)
War! Bloody, bloody war! (war)
What you think these bullets and all these guns made
(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 out your brains with em.
They made to 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.

1
(David Banner)
I'm you bitches,
With choppas, running 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 and go beat that bitch.
Teach that snitch, that south; 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 to fast, Imma slow 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 pops from a glock, I wanted peace, but now my piece is clearing out the block.
Knock, Knock. Who is it? Bitch, me David 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 without pistol, you in trouble.
I'd insult niggas, on a block got they're stash took,
The who took it turned around and got his ass busted.
I'm out here, the time I dont sleep.
How Imma sleep when I'm in the and I got beef.
On my block it's war; we live 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 Slim livin through me.

3
(David Banner)
When I pray, I dont what 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 waving a wand, your bodies up in my palm
If you kill me flex, hit the and go take care 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.
you catch me at I'm ready to bust with it.