Luyện nghe bài hát Ready For War

Tri-lateral
Berkowitz, Wo', Bust-Down

Every time I take a look, the only I see is
(My live in the spot)
me what y'all want?
(Give me you got)
Y'all niggaz 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 niggaz ready for
(We here!)

I got reason to believe, some of you niggaz
The man isn't and direct
(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 wouldn't believe they've been tellin' me
The perfect match is and me
I was born with a felony
Fuck that! How shit look?
When a nigga stretched out, his chest out
And a out in Brooklyn

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

Every time I a look, the only thing I see is
(My live in the spot)
me what 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 ready for war?
(We here!)
Get 'em
(When we 'em)
Hit 'em
(Kid we got 'em)
Where my niggaz ready for
(We here!)

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

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

Every time I take a look, the only I see is
(My niggaz in the spot)
Tell me what y'all
(Give me you got)
Y'all ready to do it
(Let's blow the 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 niggaz ready for
(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 really wanna fuck with 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
the ghosts like the world's greatest coke supply
Shit changed, you weed over the damn computer
Introduce the millennium nigga for the future

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

Every time I take a look, the only I see is
(My niggaz 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 ready for war?
(We here!)
Get 'em
(When we 'em)
Hit 'em
(Kid we got 'em)
Where my niggaz for war?
(We here!)

Yeah, Flipmode