Luyện nghe bài hát War

Yeah, yeah, right niggaz, huh
Yeah, bounce we need ya know
Marcy, where we at, Right here
Let me some new shit, yeah, niggaz
Just Blaze, you a muhfucker these beats
Boy, let me it down though, yo

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

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

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

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

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

I warned her, man, 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 the talking like, Bleek, where you been?
It's unfortunate, I'm in again, huh

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

Trips to Oddy Earth, meetings wit' Mc
Or round table meeting Hov
You want me in the hood, still over stove
Nigga, I got soldiers in
It nothing to a boss, we'll go in your clothes, nigga

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

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

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

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

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