Luyện nghe bài hát Bloody War

(David talking)
I I had my pistol.
Miggas, the south is a fad nigga.
I went back and 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 bullets and all guns made for?
(B.G.)
They made to bust with em (bust wit em,) they to bang with em (bang with em,)
If you trippin, they made to knock out your with em.
They made to bust with em (bust wit em,) they made to bang em (bang with em,)
If you trippin, made to knock out your brains with em.

1
(David Banner)
I'm you bitches,
With choppas, from 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 and go beat that bitch.
Teach that snitch, about that the place where we woulda putta bullet in your mouth.
Take doe, take your cash, and let the grim reaper come and take your ass,
Imma slow it down cause I'm goin to fast, Imma slow it 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 pops from a fucking glock, I wanted peace, but now my piece is out the block.
Knock, Knock. Who is it? Bitch, me David 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 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 it how you want 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 dont what to say.
Just beg to the to let me see another day.
A AK totter, 1st quarter, 50 through
on my palms, bomb ass weedwill keep me calm.
Strap on my arm, the is feeling like Vietnam,
Murdering Uncle Toms, I'm crunk like I'm Lil'
Imma 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 her momma dont trip, it's too late to change now.
Im on the block it, I'm in the club with it.
Wherever you catch me at I'm ready to with it.