Luyện nghe bài hát Prepare War

i got oozis, and AK's of
I got and grenades galore
Everynight i make that im ready
And for war
I got ratchets, and Tec 9's, and
and shotguns galore
If you fuck with me make your ready
And for war

I got a heart like 50, and a gun big as
old heads hatin and some young niggas with me
Put a beam on a 12 gauge, buck, spread
I can aim for your legs, and hit you in head
a soldier we sleep with our eyes open
We 4 deep and we trust no one
the plan, soon as we finish shootin up ya man
We gonn' it there, and shoot start shootin up some heads
I dont know but guns, i dont hold nothin but guns
I just know I got a gun, all yall run
Im on the edge, to go out them niggas with dreads
Do what i said, i come to take the bread
Did you hear that, its death's in the air
When the wind holla'n and the moon light glare
Is you scared?, i can see the in your eyes
When we open up the door, and we caught you by

i got oozis, and AK's of
I got gadgets and galore
Everynight i make sure that im
And for war
I got ratchets, and Tec 9's, and
Automatics and galore
If you fuck with me make sure ready
And for war

2X]
Money, cars, and hoes
Thats the way, a roll
I know what you've been told
Where you been before, but how it goes

They say thats all i about is murder murder kill kill
But if i die another nigga still will
On the line marchin, to the battle feild
With a black hoody on and a pair of old
Ghetto sargent, i i see the target
I hit them niggas up, but i dont know where they car
The neighborhood love me, i buy they Christmas
And em all money, to keep em out my business, no witness

i got oozis, and of plenty
I got gadgets and grenades
Everynight i make sure im ready
And for war
I got ratchets, and Tec 9's, and
and shotguns galore
If you fuck with me make sure ready
And for war

[Bridge-Young 2x]
Get camolauge suits, and your combat boots
We going to iraq, we just pullin up and shootin
Your is what I want dawg, you can keep the loot
is how the G's do, salute (salute)

Put the on the end of the round
Make the sound quiet
The dont eat if a nigga not around
a sniper, i keep my chopper low to the ground
Milatary minded, and im South now
Got my canteen filled up henessy nigga
A broof vest, and my tank on spinners
Attention!!, you about to enter a war
Why you around here homie you know its on

i got oozis, and of plenty
I got and grenades galore
Everynight i make that im ready
And for war
I got ratchets, and Tec 9's, and
Automatics and shotguns
If you fuck me make sure your ready
And for war