Luyện nghe bài hát Love & War

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

Heard him on a clue? Tape 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 with it

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

Now he only spittin' for that's kitted
Convicted and muthafuckas acquitted
Never for foul but those who style riches
Ghetto crack sellin' pros and buck-wild

First they wanna know, 'What's fuckin' with this shit?'
Jay-Z told 'em, how many he sold 'em
'99's my time to shine and 'em
Spread with sons, guns, I still 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 it, with all my niggas screamin', 'We did it'

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

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

So precise, got beef with
Feel naked without profanity, every sentence a curse in
Nothin' is to touchin' my sound
The consensus in the street, he fuckin' around

Got a lot of to pop two things when it drop
Muthafuckas gonna cop and will get shot
But this is for the record, though
will get naked slow

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

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