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 think these and all these guns made for? (made for)
War! Bloody, bloody war! (war)
What you think these bullets and all these made for?
(B.G.)
made to bust with em (bust wit em,) they made to bang with em (bang with em,)
If you trippin, they made to knock out your with em.
They made to with em (bust wit em,) they made to bang with em (bang with em,)
If you trippin, made to knock out your brains with em.

1
(David Banner)
I'm you bitches,
With choppas, running from helicopters and the feds,
for blood, ready 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 south; the place where we woulda putta bullet 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 goin to fast, slow it down to fast.
the last time that I'm gonna remind 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 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 insult niggas, on a block that got they're took,
The niggas who took it 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 war; we 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 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 know to say.
Just beg to the to let me see another day.
A AK totter, 1st quarter, 50 through
Sweat on my palms, 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 wizard waving a wand, your bodies up in my
If you kill me flex, hit the block and go care of my moms nigga.
(B.G.)
My mom of me, I'm in the game now.
I tell her momma dont trip, too late to change now.
Im on the with it, I'm in the club with it.
Wherever you catch me at I'm ready to with it.