Luyện nghe bài hát Bloody War

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

Bloody War! Bloody, war!
What you think these and all these guns made for? (made for)
Bloody War! Bloody, war! (war)
What you think these 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 made to knock out brains with em.
made 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 helicopters and duckin the feds,
thirsting for blood, ready for war, I'm you dead.
I that nigga 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 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, slow it down to fast.
This the last 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 is clearing out the block.
Knock, Knock. Who is it? Bitch, call me 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 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, the time I dont sleep.
How Imma when I'm in the streets and I got beef.
On my block it's war; we live 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 a little soldier; I been a little beast.
I'm even wilder, I got Soldier Slim through me.

3
(David Banner)
When I pray, I know what to say.
Just beg to the to let me see another day.
A AK totter, 1st quarter, 50 *****
Sweat on my palms, ass weedwill keep me calm.
on my arm, the streets is feeling like Vietnam,
Murdering Uncle Toms, I'm crunk like I'm John
wizard waving a wand, your bodies up in my palm
If you kill me flex, hit the block and go take care of my 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.
you catch me at I'm ready to bust with it.