Luyện nghe bài hát Love & War

I heard a in the street, muthafucka was gifted
Up and comin' nigga might to get with
One cat BK, put him on your hit list
Money, fat nigga rip shit

Heard him on a Tape loved the way he kicked it
All of a sudden mad labels on his
But muthafuckas who bit it but couldn't it forget it
Couldn't write it or spit it 'cause they couldn't fuck it

Then the Puff shit happened, the whole shit
Tribute to Biggie, God bless your
a mark, now we need a place for the nigga
Marcy son, faced off with

Now he only spittin' for cars kitted
Convicted and muthafuckas acquitted
Never for foul snitches but who style riches
crack sellin' pros and buck-wild bitches

First thing wanna know, 'What's fuckin' with this shit?'
Jay-Z 'em, look how many he sold 'em
'99's my time to shine and 'em
Spread ones with sons, guns, I hold 'em

Fuck the law, this is in store
When the album drop, we gon' the floor
I tell 'em hit it, every song, come on, we all it
Get on with it, all my niggas screamin', 'We did it'

Love and war, thugs and
Nickel-plated nines, and four-fours
We about to flow, blow, stack
On the low, forever shine, niggas better

They call me money-earner, received more blows than Tina
Like the top of the stove, Sauce a burner
Release somethin' that'll heat sternum
Flow the sickest, take a AIDS patient a week to learn 'em

So precise, got beef with
Feel naked without profanity, sentence keep a curse in
Nothin' is to touchin' my sound
The in the street, he ain't fuckin' around

Got a lot of shit to pop two things when it
gonna cop and niggas will get shot
But is just for the record, though
Niggas will get naked

If your heat cocked, it, yo
No shit, squeeze till your go click
Fuck these lame-brawl MC's, they all blow
I'm the S A U C E
Better clap at the best way when you see me,

Love and war, thugs and
nines, three-pound-sevens and four-fours
We about to flow, blow, dough
On the low, forever shine, niggas better