Luyện nghe bài hát Bloody War

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

Bloody War! Bloody, war!
What you 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 bust with em (bust wit em,) made 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 with em (bang with em,)
If you trippin, they made to out your brains with em.

1
(David Banner)
I'm you bitches,
With choppas, running from helicopters and the feds,
thirsting for blood, ready for war, I'm you dead.
I want that to come that shit, so I can get it back and go beat that bitch.
that snitch, about that south; the place where we woulda putta bullet in your mouth.
Take your doe, take your cash, and let the grim 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 remind you niggas, Imma cock 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 plan to put your ass in 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 block that got stash 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 war; 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.
say you live by the gun, and you die by the gun
I a little soldier; I been a little beast.
I'm even wilder, I got Slim livin through me.

3
(David Banner)
When I pray, I dont what to say.
Just beg to the Lord to let me see day.
A AK totter, 1st quarter, 50 *****
on my palms, bomb ass weedwill keep me calm.
Strap on my arm, the streets is like Vietnam,
Murdering Uncle Toms, I'm crunk like I'm John
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 of me, I'm in the game now.
I tell her momma trip, it's too late to change now.
Im on the with it, I'm in the club with it.
you catch me at I'm ready to bust with it.