Luyện nghe bài hát War

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

[Hell
Now...
If we was pro-ball, every game I'd be slamming on 'em
Step on my competition, Duke I'm standing on them
I ran up on 'em, pussy ain't have his on him
pulled the cannon on 'em, blammed it on 'em, 'til I it on 'em
I got A-rab's hitting me with coke
And we on the phone we be speaking in some codes
A camel is an ounce, a kufi is a
Tell him I need 5 kufis, and meet me on the
Yeah I know "Stafalla", but I'm cop some cars
Run up in the club that's and cop the bar
And I hear is garbage to me
You know where I be faggot, bring the to me
I'm nigga, Bush'll pay homage to me
I'm in alot of work man acknowledge a G....
Yes, yes, a G I am, holla if you some grams
I'm poppin off by myself I need no Cam
I don't need you Jim, I got these niggaz
I don't care if they small or stocky niggaz
I grace 'em then erase 'em, I forgot these niggaz....
What they name again?....What claim again?
these faggots hated, cause I'm they rappers favorite
You procrastinated so I got you
Shoot 'em up, bang, bullets in his Red Monkey's
Thought he was a Nah, he a dead monkey

2X: Cam'Ron]
WE BIG TECS (TECS!)
CASHIN' BIG (CH-CHING!)
NIGGA'S TALKING RIGHT?....I HEARD SHIT YET! (NOPE!)
WE'LL LEAVE THE FLOODED, AND HIS BITCH WET (WET)
AND THE GO....."LOOK DAD DIPSET!"

DIIIIPSET!
If this was football, I'd be touchdowns (TOUCHDOOOWN!)
It's the though, I see some tough clowns (clowns)
I need you Rell (nope), nor Duke Da God (no Duke)
No 40 or J.R, I go hard (stupid hard!)
What you dealing pops? How you 'ock? (how you feel?)
My floors come up, walls spin, ceiling (DROP!)

Not the crib the car when I wheel or not (not a house)
a partition....bath, bar, kitchen
Yeah, pa' shittin (shitting), they say didn't (YES WE DID!)
Every car driven....yeah from living (hard living)
with Mariah, spent the night with Vivica
Every asking Cam "what you did with her"? (did with her?)
friends dog, "word to eveerything"?
YES, word to everything now focus on this heavy
Eat at Reyo's....Fettucini, Spaghetti
Cheddy so fuck being some petty king (fuck all that)
Can't be nice Can't be arrogant
I a bitch over ice, "Nancy Kerrigan"
Slash Harding, see the mobster's mobbing
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 mama car you can't game me nigga
My Royce a quarter mill, chain a a mill
Earrings 3 quarter mill, you ought to chill