Luyện nghe bài hát Prepare War

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

I got a heart 50, and a gun big as Biggie
Some old heads hatin and some young with me
Put a beam on a 12 gauge, buck, shots
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
Heres the plan, soon as we shootin up ya man
We gonn' take it there, and shoot start shootin up some
I dont nothin but guns, i dont hold nothin but guns
I know I got a gun, all yall better run
Im on the edge, to go out like niggas with dreads
Do what i said, i to take the bumbaclot bread
Did you that, its like death's in the air
When the wind starts holla'n and the moon light
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 make that im ready
And for war
I got ratchets, and Tec 9's, and
and shotguns galore
If you with me make sure your ready
And for war

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

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

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

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

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

i got oozis, and of plenty
I got gadgets and galore
i make sure 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