Luyện nghe bài hát War

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

[Hell
Now...
If we was pro-ball, every game I'd be slamming on 'em
on my competition, yeah Duke I'm standing on them
I ran up on 'em, ain't have his hammer on him
pulled the cannon on 'em, it on 'em, 'til I jammed it on 'em
I got A-rab's hitting me with coke
And when we on the 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
I know "Stafalla", but I'm tryna cop some cars
Run up in the that's popping 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 alot of work man a G....
Yes, yes, a G I am, holla if you some grams
I'm poppin off by myself I don't no Cam
I don't need you Jim, I got these niggaz
I don't care if they small or some stocky
I just grace 'em then erase 'em, I forgot niggaz....
What they name again?....What they claim
Yeah these hated, cause I'm they rappers favorite
You so I got you assasinated
Shoot 'em up, bang bang, bullets in his Red
Thought he was a gorilla? Nah, he a dead

2X: Cam'Ron]
WE BIG TECS (TECS!)
CASHIN' BIG (CH-CHING!)
NIGGA'S TALKING RIGHT?....I AIN'T HEARD YET! (NOPE!)
WE'LL LEAVE THE DUDE FLOODED, AND HIS WET (WET)
AND THE GO....."LOOK DAD DIPSET!"

DIIIIPSET!
If was football, I'd be scoring touchdowns (TOUCHDOOOWN!)
It's the though, I see some tough clowns (clowns)
I don't need you Rell (nope), nor Da God (no Duke)
No 40 or J.R, I go hard (stupid hard!)
What you dealing pops? How you feeling (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)
a partition....bath, bar, kitchen
Yeah, pa' shittin (shitting), they say y'all (YES WE DID!)
Every car driven....yeah hard living (hard living)
Hang with Mariah, the night with Vivica
Every tabloid 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, things
heavy so fuck being some petty king (fuck all that)
Can't be nice 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 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