Luyện nghe bài hát War

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

Let the hood know, that ain't changed
Anywhere in the world, I tuck the chain
And I like, yeah, I need the cane
But dawg, that's the shorty, 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 it's out
But E's still the Roc-A-Fella gang, hoe

Whole crew got cheese mozzarella Mayne
Top off, top stay on, whatever
Got rid of the
I like the leathers niggaz
Six is better, more
And more wood to cover my interior

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

This is war, of them words, we want war
You throw a couple of shots, we throw
You gettin' 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, behanded man
That man I am and you understand
But I hear the talking like, Bleek, you been?
unfortunate, I'm in beef again, huh

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

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

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

This is not for children, not for
Only for niggaz that can feel what I'm saying
If it's too blatant 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 been for a minute
Jay beat up the drum, now they whinin' women
I'm right back, nigga, you at, nigga?
Keep the Mac nigga, it like that nigga
And I tried to chill 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 flow like I'm still on the bench,
Got a delivery like Sunday's
I lay that down and I get that paper,

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