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 make this uh (they, do not!)
They don't shit like this anymore (they, do not!)
If you gon' try to diss, best be huh (best be sure)
Cleaning up this 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 heart in
where I started, I ain't need a starter kit
I've a starter since in kindergarden
And who are you harder than, you are not than me (huh?)
I changed my numbers I'm harder to
I tell my pages I'm harder to
Say you know me, but I that hard to believe
Yeah, oh
Sorry I'm not (sorry)
like:
Oh He just came through in some Nikes, but these is Off Whites
They all be buggin' when I go up off of the top I got lice
I turn this shit freaky friday, I'll you think you on the wrong life
You in the life bitch
Media painted the light
Hard to up in the spotlight
She do for me
I'm a bitch
I two lives when I'm online
Offline, everything on the
all the clout
This is not 'bout a sign
Bottom line just the bottom line
Pulled up you stood nothing
Just like you forgot lines

[Chorus:
These shoes are from Christian 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 make 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 it's war bitch (then war huh)

2]
Dax!
Niggas beef?
Put it in a
Niggas tweet?
Never rapping
I was in the trap they ask me what happened?
I gripped on a
Sorry man, now I'm (HAHAHA)
What I said he panic
Blood on my
Yeah, new
bought a whip and I ran to the mansion
And on a bitch, and I pop with this handgun
One and you dead
HB, two ass nigga
'Cus I got lead
Two free throws, two
One one to your head
911 speed dial, man down that's what I
Who you know, was a went and got rich
Copped a whip that you of the lot
Who you know be a thug, who murder a nigga
Then talk and go move Barack
Who you know got a jumper like Curry and dunk on a like Shaq 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 what I did to the (what I did)
They don't this anymore uh (they, do not!)
They make shit like this anymore (they, do not!)
If you try to diss, best be sure uh (best be sure)
Cleaning up rappers shit a chore (sweep, sweep)
Yeah, If you want war then war bitch (then it's war uh)