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 crank mug.
motherfucker!!!!

Bloody War! Bloody, war!
What you think these bullets and all these guns made (made for)
Bloody War! Bloody, war! (war)
you think these bullets and all these guns made for?
(B.G.)
They made to bust em (bust wit em,) they made to bang with em (bang with em,)
If you trippin, they made to out your brains with em.
They made to bust em (bust wit em,) they made to bang with em (bang with em,)
If you trippin, they made to knock out brains with 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 that nigga to come that shit, so I can get it back and go beat that bitch.
Teach that snitch, about south; the place where we woulda putta bullet in your mouth.
Take your doe, take your cash, and let the grim reaper come and take 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, Imma 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 piece is 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 slippin without that pistol, you in trouble.
I'd insult niggas, on a block got they're stash 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 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 Slim livin through 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 keep me calm.
Strap on my arm, the streets is feeling Vietnam,
Murdering Uncle Toms, I'm crunk 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 ashamed of me, I'm in the 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 me at I'm ready to bust with it.