Luyện nghe bài hát Love & War

I heard a rumor in the street, muthafucka was
Up and comin' nigga might need to get
One cat from BK, put him on your hit
Sauce Money, fat nigga rip

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

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

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

First thing they wanna know, 'What's with this shit?'
told 'em, look how many he sold 'em
'99's my time to and control 'em
Spread ones with sons, guns, I still 'em

the law, this is what's in store
When the album drop, we gon' the floor
I tell 'em hit it, song, come on, we all spit 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 me money-earner, received more blows than Tina Turner
the top of the stove, Sauce keep a burner
Release that'll heat your sternum
Flow the sickest, take a AIDS a whole week to learn 'em

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

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

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

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