Luyện nghe bài hát Prepare War

i got oozis, and AK's of
I got and grenades galore
Everynight i make sure that im
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

I got a heart 50, and a gun big as Biggie
Some old heads hatin and young niggas with me
Put a beam on a 12 gauge, buck, shots
I can aim for your legs, and hit you in head
Like a soldier we with our eyes open
We 4 deep and we trust no one
Heres the plan, soon as we shootin up ya man
We gonn' take it there, and shoot start shootin up some
I dont know but guns, i dont hold nothin but guns
I just I got a gun, all yall better run
Im on the edge, to go out like them niggas with
Do what i said, i to take the bumbaclot 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 fear in your
When we up the door, and we caught you by suprise

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

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

They say thats all i about is murder murder kill kill
But if i die today another nigga will
On the line marchin, to the battle feild
With a hoody on and a pair of old Timbs
sargent, i think 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 that 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

Buck 2x]
Get your camolauge suits, and your boots
We aint going to iraq, we pullin up and shootin
Your life is what I want dawg, you can keep the
This is how the G's do, (salute)

Put the potatoe on the end of the
Make the sound down
The block dont eat if a not around
Like a sniper, i keep my chopper low to the
Milatary minded, and im Side now
Got my canteen filled up with nigga
A bullet broof vest, and my on spinners
Attention!!, you to enter a war zone
Why you come around here homie you its on

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