Luyện nghe bài hát War

[Intro: Rell]
Yea this sound like a movie here
Well fuck it, go the soundtrack!
& Gunsmoke! DIPSET!

[Hell
Now...
If we was playing pro-ball, every I'd be slamming on 'em
Step on my competition, yeah I'm standing on them
I ran up on 'em, ain't have his hammer on him
pulled the cannon on 'em, blammed it on 'em, I jammed it on 'em
I got some A-rab's me with coke
And we on the phone we be speaking in some codes
A camel is an ounce, a kufi is a
him I need 5 kufis, and meet me on the strip
Yeah I "Stafalla", but I'm tryna cop some cars
Run up in the club that's and cop the bar
And everything I is garbage to me
You where I be faggot, bring the drama to me
I'm Presidential nigga, Bush'll pay to me
I'm putting in of work man acknowledge a G....
Yes, yes, a G I am, holla if you need some
I'm off by myself I don't need no Cam
I don't you Jim, Juelz I got these niggaz
I don't if they small or some stocky niggaz
I just grace 'em then erase 'em, I forgot niggaz....
What they name again?....What they again?
Yeah these faggots hated, I'm they rappers favorite
You so I got you assasinated
'em up, bang bang, bullets in his Red Monkey's
Thought he was a gorilla? Nah, he a monkey

[Hook 2X:
WE BLASTIN' BIG (TECS!)
BIG CHECKS (CH-CHING!)
NIGGA'S TALKING RIGHT?....I HEARD SHIT YET! (NOPE!)
WE'LL LEAVE THE DUDE FLOODED, AND HIS WET (WET)
AND THE GO....."LOOK DAD DIPSET!"

DIIIIPSET!
If this was football, I'd be touchdowns (TOUCHDOOOWN!)
It's the circus though, I see some clowns (clowns)
I don't need you (nope), nor Duke Da God (no Duke)
No 40 or J.R, I go stupid (stupid hard!)
What you dealing pops? How you 'ock? (how you feel?)
My floors come up, spin, ceiling drop (DROP!)

Not the that's the car when I wheel or not (not a house)
Plus a partition....bath, bar,
Yeah, pa' (shitting), they say y'all didn't (YES WE DID!)
Every car driven....yeah from living (hard living)
Hang with Mariah, spent the with Vivica
Every tabloid asking Cam "what you did her"? (did with her?)
Just dog, "word to eveerything"?
YES, to everything now focus on this heavy bling
Eat at Reyo's....Fettucini, Spaghetti
Cheddy heavy so fuck some petty king (fuck all that)
Can't be right? Can't be arrogant
I stab a over ice, "Nancy Kerrigan"
Slash Tonya Harding, see the mobster's
You don't like us We got ya momma boppin' (true)
She look like Amy Fisher, "don't the be bigger"? (usually)
That's a baby mama car you can't me nigga
My Royce a quarter mill, chain a half a
another 3 quarter mill, you ought to chill