Luyện nghe bài hát Bloody War

(David talking)
I I had my pistol.
Miggas, the south 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 guns made (made for)
Bloody War! 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 bang with em (bang em,)
If you trippin, made to knock out your brains with em.
made 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, from 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 beat bitch.
that snitch, about that south; the place where we woulda putta bullet in your mouth.
Take your doe, your cash, and let the grim reaper come and take your ass,
Imma 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 from a fucking 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 your ass in 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 stash took,
The who took it turned around and got his ass busted.
I'm out here, half the time I sleep.
How Imma sleep I'm in the streets and I got beef.
On my block war; 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.
They say you by the gun, and you die by the gun
I been a little soldier; I been a beast.
I'm wilder, I got Soldier Slim livin 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 *****
Sweat on my palms, bomb ass weedwill me calm.
Strap on my arm, the streets is like Vietnam,
Murdering Uncle Toms, I'm crunk like I'm Lil'
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 ashamed of me, I'm in the now.
I her momma 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 with it.