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 guns made for? (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 to bang with em (bang with em,)
If you trippin, made to knock out your brains with em.
They made to with em (bust wit em,) they made to bang with em (bang with em,)
If you trippin, they 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 shit, so I can get it back and go beat that bitch.
Teach that snitch, about that the place where we woulda putta bullet in your mouth.
Take your doe, take your cash, and let the grim reaper 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 remind you niggas, Imma cock back and put a hot in you niggas.
That's ten shots, ten pops 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 come without that pistol, you in trouble.
I'd insult niggas, on a that got they're stash took,
The niggas who it turned around and got his ass busted.
I'm out here, half the time I sleep.
How Imma when I'm in the streets and I got beef.
On my block it's war; we live 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 Slim livin 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 *****
Sweat on my palms, bomb ass weedwill me calm.
Strap on my arm, the is feeling like Vietnam,
Murdering Toms, I'm crunk like I'm Lil' John
wizard waving a wand, your bodies up in my palm
If you kill me flex, hit the and go take care of my moms nigga.
(B.G.)
My mom of me, I'm in the game now.
I tell her momma dont trip, it's too 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.