Luyện nghe bài hát Love & War

I heard a rumor in the street, muthafucka was
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 clue? loved the way he kicked it
All of a sudden mad on his dick
But muthafuckas who bit it but fight it forget it
Couldn't write it or spit it 'cause they fuck with it

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

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

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

Fuck the law, this is in store
When the album drop, we gon' rush the
I tell 'em hit it, every song, on, we all spit it
Get on with it, with all my 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, shine, niggas better know

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

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

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

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

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