Luyện nghe bài hát Bloody War

(David talking)
I I had my pistol.
Miggas, think the is a fad nigga.
I back 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 bullets and all these guns made
(B.G.)
They made to bust with em (bust wit em,) they made to bang em (bang with em,)
If you trippin, they made to knock out your with em.
They to bust 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 and duckin the feds,
for blood, ready for war, I'm wanting you dead.
I want that nigga to that shit, so I can get it back and go beat that bitch.
Teach that snitch, about that south; the place where we woulda putta in your mouth.
Take your doe, your cash, and let the grim reaper come and take your ass,
Imma slow it down cause I'm goin to fast, Imma 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 pops from a fucking glock, I wanted peace, but now my piece is out the block.
Knock, Knock. Who is it? Bitch, call me 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 slippin that pistol, you in trouble.
I'd insult niggas, on a block that got they're took,
The niggas who took it turned and got his ass busted.
I'm out here, the time 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 give it how you want it; I 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 wilder, I got Soldier Slim livin through 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 keep me calm.
Strap on my arm, the is feeling like Vietnam,
Murdering Uncle Toms, I'm like I'm Lil' John
wizard 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 of me, I'm in the game 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.
you catch me at I'm ready to bust with it.