Luyện nghe bài hát War!

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

1: Quadeca]
You a part of this, using my artifice
I put my in this
where I started, I ain't need a starter kit
I've been a since in kindergarden
And who are you harder than, you are not harder me (huh?)
I my numbers I'm harder to reach
I tell my pages I'm harder to
Say you know me, but I find that hard to
Yeah, oh
Sorry I'm not (sorry)
like:
Oh He just through in some Nikes, but these shits is Off Whites
They all be buggin' when I go up off of the top like I got
I turn this shit freaky friday, I'll you think you on the wrong life
You in the wrong life
Media painted the light
Hard to hide up in the
She do for me
I'm a bitch
I live two when I'm online
Offline, everything on the
all the clout
This is not 'bout a dollar
Bottom line just the bottom line
Pulled up you stood sayin
Just like you forgot your

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

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

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