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 crank mug.
motherfucker!!!!

Bloody War! Bloody, war!
What you think these bullets and all these made for? (made for)
War! Bloody, bloody war! (war)
What you think these and all these guns made 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 knock out your brains em.

1
(David Banner)
I'm you bitches,
With choppas, running helicopters and duckin the feds,
thirsting for blood, ready for war, I'm you dead.
I want that nigga to come that shit, so I can get it back and go that bitch.
Teach snitch, about 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,
slow it down cause I'm goin to fast, Imma slow it down to fast.
This the last time that I'm gonna remind you niggas, cock back and put a hot dime in you niggas.
That's ten shots, ten pops from a fucking glock, I peace, but now my piece 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 it turned around and got his ass busted.
I'm out here, half the time I sleep.
How Imma when I'm in the streets and I got beef.
On my block it's war; we like 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.
say you live by the gun, and you die by the gun
I been a soldier; I been a little 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 to let me see another day.
A AK totter, 1st quarter, 50 *****
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
wizard waving a wand, your 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, too late to change now.
Im on the block it, I'm in the club with it.
you catch me at I'm ready to bust with it.