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 crank mug.
motherfucker!!!!

Bloody War! Bloody, war!
What you think these bullets and all these guns made (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 to knock out your brains with em.
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 brains em.

1
(David Banner)
I'm you bitches,
With choppas, running from and duckin the feds,
thirsting for blood, ready for war, I'm you dead.
I want that nigga to come that shit, so I can get it back and go that bitch.
Teach that snitch, about that south; the place where we woulda putta bullet in mouth.
Take your doe, your cash, and let the grim reaper come and take your ass,
Imma it down cause I'm goin to fast, Imma slow it down to fast.
This the last time that I'm gonna remind you niggas, Imma 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 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 slippin without that pistol, you in trouble.
I'd insult niggas, on a block 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 sleep 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 been a little soldier; I 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 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 John
Imma wizard waving a wand, bodies up in my palm
If you kill me flex, hit the and go take care of my moms 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 me at I'm ready to bust with it.