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 from BK, put him on your hit
Sauce Money, fat rip shit

him on a clue? Tape loved the way he kicked it
All of a sudden mad on his dick
But muthafuckas who bit it but couldn't fight it it
Couldn't write it or spit it 'cause couldn't fuck with it

Then the Puff happened, the whole shit shifted
Tribute to Biggie, God bless spirit
Made a mark, now we need a for the nigga
son, faced off with Jigga

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

First thing they wanna know, 'What's fuckin' with shit?'
Jay-Z told 'em, look how many he 'em
my time to shine and control 'em
Spread ones with sons, guns, I still 'em

the law, this is what's in store
When the drop, we gon' rush 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, and whores
nines, three-pound-sevens and four-fours
We to flow, blow, stack dough
On the low, forever shine, better know

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

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

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

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

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