Luyện nghe bài hát Bloody War

(David talking)
I I had my pistol.
Miggas, think the is a fad nigga.
I went back and picked up my B.G.
We gon this mug.
motherfucker!!!!

Bloody War! Bloody, war!
you think these bullets and all these guns made for? (made for)
Bloody War! Bloody, war! (war)
What you these bullets and all these guns made for?
(B.G.)
They made to with em (bust wit em,) they made to bang with em (bang with em,)
If you trippin, they made to knock out brains with 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,
With choppas, running helicopters and duckin the feds,
thirsting for blood, for war, I'm wanting you dead.
I want that nigga to come that shit, so I can get it back and go beat bitch.
Teach that snitch, about that south; the place where we woulda putta in your mouth.
your doe, take your cash, and let the grim reaper come and take your ass,
Imma slow it down cause I'm to fast, Imma slow it down to fast.
This the last time that I'm gonna you niggas, Imma 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, me David 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 slippin without that pistol, you in trouble.
I'd insult niggas, on a block that got stash took,
The niggas who took it around and got his ass busted.
I'm out here, the time I dont sleep.
How sleep when 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 soldier; I been a little beast.
I'm even wilder, I got Soldier livin through me.

3
(David Banner)
When I pray, I know what 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 like Vietnam,
Murdering Uncle Toms, I'm crunk like I'm Lil'
Imma waving a wand, your bodies up in my palm
If you kill me flex, hit the block and go take care of my nigga.
(B.G.)
My mom ashamed of me, I'm in the now.
I tell her dont trip, it's too late to change now.
Im on the block with it, I'm in the with it.
Wherever you catch me at I'm to bust with it.