Luyện nghe bài hát War

[Intro: Rell]
Yea this sound like a movie here
fuck it, here 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, ain't have his hammer on him
pulled the on 'em, blammed it on 'em, 'til I jammed it on 'em
I got some hitting me with coke
And when we on the phone we be speaking in some
A camel is an ounce, a is a brick
Tell him I need 5 kufis, and me on the strip
Yeah I know "Stafalla", but I'm tryna cop some
Run up in the club that's and cop the bar
And I hear is garbage to me
You know I be faggot, bring the drama to me
I'm nigga, Bush'll pay homage 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 need no Cam
I don't you Jim, Juelz I got these niggaz
I care if they small or some stocky niggaz
I just 'em then erase 'em, I forgot these niggaz....
What they name again?....What they claim
Yeah these hated, cause 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 Nah, he a dead monkey

[Hook 2X:
WE BIG TECS (TECS!)
BIG CHECKS (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 scoring (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 feeling (how you feel?)
My floors come up, walls spin, 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 didn't (YES WE DID!)
Every car driven....yeah from living (hard living)
Hang with Mariah, the night with Vivica
Every tabloid asking Cam "what you did her"? (did with her?)
Just dog, "word to eveerything"?
YES, word to now focus on this heavy bling
Eat at Reyo's....Fettucini, Spaghetti
Cheddy so fuck being some petty king (fuck all that)
Can't be nice right? Can't be
I stab a over ice, "Nancy Kerrigan"
Slash Tonya Harding, see the mobbing
You don't us right? 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
Earrings 3 quarter mill, you ought to chill