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!!!!

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 made
(B.G.)
They made to bust with em (bust wit em,) they to bang with em (bang with em,)
If you trippin, they made to out your brains with em.
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 your with em.

1
(David Banner)
I'm you bitches,
With choppas, running from and duckin the feds,
thirsting for blood, ready for war, I'm you dead.
I that nigga to come that shit, so I can get it back and go beat that bitch.
Teach that snitch, about that south; the place where we putta bullet in your mouth.
Take doe, take your cash, and let the grim reaper come and take your ass,
Imma slow it cause I'm goin to fast, Imma slow it down to fast.
This the last time that I'm gonna remind you niggas, Imma 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, call me Ban.
The man with a plan to put 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 niggas, on a block that got they're stash took,
The niggas who took it around and got his ass busted.
I'm out here, half the I dont sleep.
How Imma sleep I'm in the streets 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 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 I been a little beast.
I'm even wilder, I got Soldier Slim 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 *****
on my palms, bomb ass weedwill keep me calm.
Strap on my arm, the streets is 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 block and go take of my moms nigga.
(B.G.)
My mom of me, I'm in the game now.
I tell her dont 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 bust it.