Luyện nghe bài hát Ready For War

Tri-lateral
Berkowitz, Fizzy Wo',

time I take a look, the only thing I see is
(My live in the spot)
Tell me what want?
(Give me you got)
Y'all niggaz to do it
(Let's the motherfuckin' spot)
All my

(Loud and clear)

Where my ready for war?
(We here!)
Get 'em
(When we 'em)
Hit 'em
(Kid we got 'em)
Where my niggaz for war?
(We here!)

I got to believe, some of you niggaz feel
The man isn't live and
(Get at 'em Bill!)
Long, breathe pop, this is Hip-Hop
In the way, we do it the war way, all day
I procrastinate
(You shouldn't)

I'm from where the war fascinate
(You couldn't)
You believe what they've been tellin' me
The match is jail and me
'Cause I was born with a
that! How this shit look?
When a nigga stretched out, his chest out
And a out in Brooklyn

motherfuckers is back?
Y'all motherfuckers don't how to act
motherfuckers attack
And those motherfuckers are wack, I traveled a road
Swift to the Flipmode, quick grip for the
Father me for my sins
But I'ma hell to the bitter end, I'm a soldier!

Every I take a look, the only thing I see is
(My live in the spot)
Tell me y'all want?
(Give me you got)
Y'all ready to do it
(Let's the motherfuckin' spot)
All my

(Loud and clear)

Where my niggaz for war?
(We here!)
Get 'em
(When we 'em)
Hit 'em
(Kid we got 'em)
Where my ready for war?
(We here!)

Fuck the bullshit! I a bone out yo' ass
nigga? I kick the stone out yo' ass!
Warning, to all those, get peeled
Quicker e-mail to your ass sayin',
(Kill kill!)
Curb chasin', straight lacin', a Mac-10 blazin'
Split yo' ass up a temptation
You cats is cartoons
(Who you?)
The Return of Part Two

Bitch throw your fuckin' guns up, put your fuckin' down
(Hot up)
Buck you
(Busta down)
We sneak the guns in, y'all keep tryin'
And I'ma check all pussies a G-Y-N
Open up can of "Whoop Ass", I'll open up
A fresh can of, "I'll Yo' Ass Up Quick Fast"
Flipmode, M.O.P., Fizzy Wo-mack,
Y'all know who the I am

Every time I a look, the only thing I see is
(My live in the spot)
Tell me y'all want?
(Give me you got)
niggaz ready to do it
(Let's the motherfuckin' spot)
All my

(Loud and clear)

Where my niggaz ready for
(We here!)
Get 'em
(When we 'em)
Hit 'em
(Kid we got 'em)
Where my ready for war?
(We here!)

yo-yuh-yo, and now I hear no one
(You)
Would let less than a motherfucker no one
None of y'all niggaz don't really wanna fuck the dread
The street brawler stomp your face into the of yo' head
C'mon now, I'm quick to roast fry and even toast a guy
Multiply the ghosts like the world's coke supply
changed, you sellin' weed over the damn computer
Introduce the millennium nigga for the future

I be that prime honorary
That'll voluntarily blast the last, Tom & ass nigga
And write raps to the sound of these
my raps will paralyze a bitch-ass and make him collapse
Yo, see they be quick to they fashion of a calico
My Berkowitz and that other motherfucker Fizzy Wo'
Mashin' through the city yo, and the it don't lie
Ready to blow this bitch up at the of a dime

Every time I take a look, the thing I see is
(My live in the spot)
Tell me what want?
(Give me you got)
Y'all niggaz to do it
(Let's blow the spot)
All my

(Loud and clear)

Where my niggaz ready for
(We here!)
Get 'em
(When we 'em)
Hit 'em
(Kid we got 'em)
Where my niggaz for war?
(We here!)

Yeah, mutherfucka