Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck a War

*phone

[hello, could I speak with, bushwick ]
Hello, is bushwick, motherfucking bill
[yes sir, I'm calling to inform you that you been drafted

The states military]
The unites wants me for what? hahahaha
[excuse me

]
Hahaha, yeah yeah yeah, hey up?
[you to contact your nearest recruiting office immeadiatly

I see your not hip to what's
I don't a fuck about you and all that bullshit you stressin'
a war
To explain, let me kick it to you a little like this:

(bushwick bill)

a war, that's how I feel
Sendin' a to a dentist to get killed
Cause two can't agree on something
A thousand died for nothing
You can't pay me to an army camp
Or any other motherfuckin' military
Of united goddman states of this bitch america
Be a soldier, what
They niggas on the front line
But when it comes to ahead, they put us way behind
I ain't my leg shot off
While old ass on t.v. playin' golf
But when you come to my house with that draft
I'ma your funky ass bitch
A die for a broil
But I fightin' behind no gaddamn oil
Against motherfuckas I know
Yo bush! I your damn hoe
The enemy is right here g, them foreigners never did me
All of those lives
And only one or two get
But what good is a medal when your dead? tell sam I said

x2 (willie d)

I goin' to war for a shit talkin' president
[fuck fuck fuck a

(bushwick bill)

In vietnam a lot of died young
P.o.w.'s got
What the fuck do I know about a
All I is the (? ? ? ? ) in my 12 gauge
And what if that pin stuck?
Several more show up
This remind me of a drive-by
More motherfuckers die by accident on purpose, why?
Cause they don't what they doin'
They see if the coast is clear and start persuin'
And that's when that booby springs, boom!
Blow a to smithereens
They send a sucker to your folks, stupid
Tellin' them you died in the of duty
Or ass is missing in action bro
Tryin' to be a hero
They bring folks that duffle bag
The shit they wanna see is that doggy tag
Hopin' that the will cease
And your ass will be home in one damn
But my mom gotta worry about that there
I ain't dyin' in the middle of nowhere
Another statistic, a in a drawer
Man! fuck a war!

x2

Your lucky that I the president
Cause I'll push the fuckin' and get it over wit
Fuck all that waitin' and
And all that goddamn
Flyin' back and overseas
And havin' lunch and brunch with the motherfuckin'
I'll aim one at iraq
And blow little piece of shit off the map
Yeah, I wouldn't a fuck (? ? ? ? )
I'm tired of payin' these high ass gas prices
Only the rich benefit, it'll be a cold day in hell before I
To eat out a can like a worm
And everyday wear the same uniform
(? ? ? ? ) breakin' on my ass feet
Skin crawlin' cause I ain't took baths in
Not knowin' if I'm home or not
And if I do, I'll probably be shocked
I couldn't get a job just a burial
You know how uncle sam treat it's
no respect
Get a plate in your head, a leg, you might get a check
Or a gaddamn star, you can have shit
fuck a war!

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