Luyện nghe bài hát War

Yeah, yeah, back niggaz, huh
Yeah, that bounce we ya know
Marcy, we at, huh? Right here
Let me some new shit, yeah, niggaz
Just Blaze, you a muhfucker wit' these
Boy, let me hold it 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 for it to go there
Anybody that know me know I when it go there

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

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

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

I warned her, man, not fear, man
If you violate, man, you die by hand
And it should be fine, behanded 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 in my hood and tried to live average
But you still want me to at 'em
Stack paper, send a lil' gang at 'em
But I see you wanna my chill

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

This is war, enough of them words, we 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 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 quit you bitch, me sick
You pimped, you only friendly wit' chicks

And I've away for a minute
Jay beat up the drum, now they whinin' like
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 like I ain't signed a deal, nigga
Mama's still in the hood, work steel in
I got a like I'm still on the bench, nigga
Got a delivery Sunday's paper
I lay that down and I get paper, nigga

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