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
Money, fat nigga rip shit

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

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

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

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

Fuck the law, this is what's in
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
Nickel-plated nines, three-pound-sevens and
We about to flow, blow, dough
On the low, shine, niggas better know

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

So precise, got beef surgeons
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 when it drop
Muthafuckas gonna cop and niggas will get
But this is for the record, though
Niggas will get naked

If your cocked, check it, yo
No shit, squeeze till your 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, three-pound-sevens and
We about to flow, blow, dough
On the low, forever shine, better know