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 bullets and all these guns made for?
(B.G.)
They made to bust with em (bust wit em,) they made to 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 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, for war, I'm wanting you dead.
I want that to come that shit, so I can get it back and go beat that bitch.
Teach that snitch, about that south; the place where we putta bullet in your mouth.
Take your doe, take your cash, and let the grim reaper and take your ass,
slow it down cause I'm goin to fast, Imma slow it down to fast.
This the last time that I'm 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 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 that got stash took,
The niggas who took it turned and got his ass busted.
I'm out here, the time I dont sleep.
How Imma sleep when I'm in the 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 it; I take it how it come.
They say you by the gun, and you die by the gun
I been a little I been 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 to let me see another day.
A AK totter, 1st quarter, 50 *****
Sweat on my palms, bomb ass weedwill me calm.
Strap on my arm, the streets is feeling Vietnam,
Murdering Uncle Toms, I'm crunk like I'm John
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 ashamed of me, I'm in the now.
I tell her momma dont trip, too late to change now.
Im on the block with it, I'm in the with it.
Wherever you catch me at I'm ready to with it.