Luyện nghe bài hát War

Yeah, yeah, right niggaz, huh
Yeah, bounce we need ya know
Marcy, where we at, huh? Right
Let me hear new shit, yeah, niggaz
Just Blaze, you a muhfucker wit' 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 like, yeah, I need the cane
But dawg, that's the shorty, trust me I playing
War, I'm for it to go there
Anybody that know me know I love it go there

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

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

is war, enough of them 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 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, you die by hand
And it be fine, behanded 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

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

Trips to Oddy Earth, meetings wit' Mc
Or round meeting wit' Hov
You want me in the hood, still that stove
Nigga, I got in droves
It ain't to a boss, we'll go in your clothes, nigga

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

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

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

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

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