Luyện nghe bài hát War

Yeah, yeah, right niggaz, huh
Yeah, that bounce we need ya
Marcy, where we at, Right here
Let me hear new shit, yeah, niggaz
Just Blaze, you a wit' these beats
Boy, let me hold it though, yo

Let the hood know, that Bleek ain't
Anywhere in the world, I don't the chain
And I walk like, yeah, I need the
But dawg, the shorty, trust me I ain't playing
War, I'm ready for it to go
Anybody know me know I love when it go there

Dawg, and yeah, wassup
dimes, all mine nigga, that's wassup
Yeah, wifey curse me out
You get me
'Cause the chain's like workin' out
But E's still the Roc-A-Fella gang, hoe

crew got cheese like mozzarella Mayne
Top come off, top stay on,
Got rid of the
I don't the leathers niggaz
Six is better, more
And there's more wood to my interior

This is war, enough of words, we want war
You a couple of shots, we throw more
You gettin' that money, we got
We got more, nigga, is war

This is war, enough of them words, we war
You throw a of shots, we throw more
You that money, we got more
We got more, nigga, is war

I her, man, should not fear, man
If you violate, man, then you die by
And it should be fine, that man
man I am and you don't understand
But I hear the talking like, Bleek, where you
unfortunate, I'm in beef again, huh

Niggaz is rappin' and I'm still laughin'
Sat back in my hood and tried to live
But you still me to bang at 'em
Stack lil' paper, a lil' gang at 'em
But I see you wanna stop my

Trips to Earth, meetings wit' Mc Neil
Or table meeting wit' Hov
You want me in the hood, still over stove
Nigga, I got in droves
It ain't nothing to a boss, go in your clothes, nigga

This is war, of them words, we want war
You throw a couple of shots, we throw
You that money, we got more
We got more, nigga, is war

is not for children, not for lames
Only for real that can feel what I'm saying
If too blatant then it's not for you
You do a hit, up later, it's not for you
So just you bitch, making me sick
You never pimped, you only wit' chicks

And I've been for a minute
Jay beat up the drum, now whinin' like women
I'm back, nigga, where you at, nigga?
the Mac nigga, spit it like that nigga
And I tried to chill though

I got to spit everyday I ain't signed a deal, nigga
still in the hood, work steel in defense
I got a like I'm still on the bench, nigga
Got a delivery Sunday's paper
I lay that and I get that paper, nigga

This is war, enough of words, we want war
You throw a couple of shots, we throw
You gettin' money, we got more
We got more, nigga, is war