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!!!!

Bloody War! Bloody, war!
What you think these bullets and all these guns made (made for)
Bloody War! 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, they made to knock out brains with em.
They made to bust 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, 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 and go beat that bitch.
Teach that snitch, about south; the place where we woulda putta bullet in your mouth.
Take doe, take your cash, and let the grim 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 that I'm gonna remind you niggas, Imma cock back and put a hot 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 a plan to put your ass in some 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 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 give it how you want it; I it how it come.
say you live by the gun, and you die by the gun
I been a little soldier; I been a beast.
I'm even wilder, I got Soldier Slim livin me.

3
(David Banner)
When I pray, I dont know to say.
Just beg to the Lord to let me see day.
A AK totter, 1st quarter, 50 through
Sweat on my palms, bomb ass weedwill me calm.
on my arm, the streets is feeling like Vietnam,
Murdering Uncle Toms, I'm crunk like I'm John
Imma wizard waving a wand, your 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 trip, it's too late to change now.
Im on the block with it, I'm in the club it.
Wherever you catch me at I'm ready to with it.