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 these bullets and all these guns 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,) made to bang with em (bang with em,)
If you trippin, they made to knock out your brains em.
They made to bust with em (bust wit em,) they made to bang with em (bang em,)
If you trippin, they made to knock out your with em.

1
(David Banner)
I'm you bitches,
choppas, running 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 that bitch.
Teach that snitch, about that south; the place we woulda putta bullet in your mouth.
Take your doe, take your cash, and let the grim reaper 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, Imma cock back and put a hot 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, me David 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 come slippin without pistol, you in trouble.
I'd niggas, on a block that got they're 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 it's war; we like we in Pakistan,
I got the mac in my pants, and I got in my hands.
I it how you want it; I take it how it come.
say you live by the gun, and you die by the gun
I been a little I been a little beast.
I'm wilder, I got Soldier Slim livin through 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 through
Sweat on my palms, bomb ass keep me calm.
Strap on my arm, the streets is like Vietnam,
Murdering Uncle Toms, I'm crunk 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 ashamed of me, I'm in the now.
I tell her momma dont trip, it's too late to now.
Im on the block with it, I'm in the with it.
Wherever you catch me at I'm ready to bust it.