Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck a War

*phone

[hello, could I with, bushwick bill? ]
Hello, this is bushwick, bill
[yes sir, I'm calling to inform you you have been drafted

The united states
The unites states wants me for what?
[excuse me

]
Hahaha, yeah yeah, hey what's up?
[you need to contact your nearest recruiting immeadiatly

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

(bushwick bill)

Motherfuck a war, how I feel
Sendin' a nigga to a to get killed
Cause two suckas can't agree on
A thousand died for nothing
You can't pay me to join an army
Or any other military branch
Of this goddman states of this bitch america
Be a soldier, what
They niggas on the front line
But when it comes to gettin' ahead, put us way behind
I ain't gettin' my leg off
While bush old ass on t.v. golf
But when you to my house with that draft shit
I'ma shoot your funky ass
A nigga'll die for a
But I ain't fightin' no gaddamn oil
Against motherfuckas I don't
Yo bush! I your damn hoe
The enemy is right g, them foreigners never did shit me
All of those wasted
And one or two get recognized
But what good is a medal when your dead? tell uncle sam I

x2 (willie d)

I ain't goin' to war for a talkin' president
[fuck fuck a war]

(bushwick bill)

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

x2

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

(chorus)x2