Luyện nghe bài hát War

[Intro: Hell
Yea this like a movie right here
Well it, here go the soundtrack!
& Gunsmoke! DIPSET!

[Hell
Now...
If we was playing pro-ball, every 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, I jammed it on 'em
I got some A-rab's hitting me coke
And when we on the phone we be speaking in codes
A is an ounce, a kufi is a brick
Tell him I need 5 kufis, and me on the strip
Yeah I know "Stafalla", but I'm cop some cars
Run up in the club that's and cop the bar
And everything I hear is to me
You where I be faggot, bring the drama to me
I'm Presidential nigga, pay homage to me
I'm putting in alot of 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 need you Jim, Juelz I got these
I don't care if they or some stocky niggaz
I just grace 'em then erase 'em, I these niggaz....
they name again?....What they claim again?
Yeah these hated, cause I'm they rappers favorite
You procrastinated so I got you
Shoot 'em up, bang bang, in his Red Monkey's
Thought he was a Nah, he a dead monkey

[Hook 2X:
WE BLASTIN' BIG (TECS!)
CASHIN' BIG (CH-CHING!)
TALKING RIGHT?....I AIN'T 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 tough clowns (clowns)
I need you Rell (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, spin, ceiling drop (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 hard (hard living)
Hang with Mariah, spent the night with
tabloid asking Cam "what you did with her"? (did with her?)
Just dog, "word to eveerything"?
YES, word to everything now on this heavy bling
Eat at Reyo's....Fettucini, things
Cheddy heavy so fuck being some petty (fuck all that)
Can't be nice right? Can't be
I stab a over ice, "Nancy Kerrigan"
Slash Harding, see the mobster's mobbing
You don't like us We got ya momma boppin' (true)
She look Amy Fisher, "don't the Range be bigger"? (usually)
a baby mama car you can't game me nigga
My Royce a quarter mill, chain a a mill
Earrings another 3 quarter mill, you to chill