Luyện nghe bài hát War!

[Chorus:
These shoes are from Christian Dior (huhh)
I'm not a kid (no, I'm not bitch)
at what I did to the store (what I did, yeah)
They don't this anymore uh (they, do not!)
don't make shit like this anymore (they, do not!)
If you gon' try to diss, be sure huh (best be sure)
Cleaning up rappers shit a chore huh (sweep, sweep)
Yeah, If you war then it's war bitch (then it's war uh)

[Verse 1:
You a part of this, using my artifice
I put my in this
Look where I started, I need a starter kit
I've been a since in kindergarden
And who are you harder than, you are not harder me (huh?)
I changed my numbers I'm harder to
I tell my pages I'm to read
Say you know me, but I that hard to believe
Yeah, oh
I'm not nice (sorry)
They
Oh He just came through in some Nikes, but these is Off Whites
They all be buggin' I go up off of the top like I got lice
I turn this shit freaky friday, I'll make you think you on the life
You in the wrong life
painted the wrong light
Hard to hide up in the
She do for me
I'm a Klondike
I live two lives I'm online
Offline, everything on the
Fuck all the
This is not 'bout a dollar
line that's just the bottom line
Pulled up you sayin nothing
like you forgot your lines

[Chorus:
shoes are from Christian Dior yeah (huhh)
I'm not a kid huh (no, I'm not bitch)
Look at I did to the store (what I did)
They don't this anymore huh (they, do not!)
They don't make like this anymore (they, do not!)
If you gon' try to diss, best be huh (best be sure)
Cleaning up rappers this a chore (sweep, sweep)
Yeah, If you want war then war bitch (then it's war huh)

2]
Dax!
Niggas want
Put it in a
want tweet?
Never rapping
I was in the trap when they ask me happened?
I gripped on a
man, now I'm blasting (HAHAHA)
What I said he panic
on my shirt?
Yeah, new
Just bought a and I ran to the mansion
And Flex on a bitch, and I pop this handgun
One shot and you
HB, two pencil ass
'Cus I always got
Two free throws, two
One chest one to your
911 speed dial, man down what I said
Who you know, was a janitor went and got
Copped a whip you peel of the lot
Who you know be a thug, who murder a nigga
Then talk and go like Barack
Who you got a jumper like Curry and dunk on a nigga like Shaq on the block
Who you know, got a-
You don't nobody

[Chorus:
These shoes are Christian Dior yeah (huhh)
I'm not a kid (no, I'm not bitch)
at what I did to the store (what I did)
They don't this anymore uh (they, do not!)
They don't make like this anymore (they, do not!)
If you gon' try to diss, be sure uh (best be sure)
up rappers this shit a chore (sweep, sweep)
Yeah, If you want war then it's war bitch (then war uh)