Luyện nghe bài hát War

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

Let the hood know, Bleek ain't changed
in the world, I don't tuck the chain
And I walk like, yeah, I the cane
But dawg, the shorty, trust me I ain't playing
War, I'm for it to go there
that know me know I love when 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 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 the leathers niggaz
Six is better, more
And more wood to cover my interior

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

This is war, of them words, we want war
You a couple of shots, we throw 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
That man I am and you don't
But I hear the talking like, Bleek, you been?
It's unfortunate, I'm in again, huh

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

to Oddy Earth, meetings wit' Mc Neil
Or round meeting wit' Hov
You want me in the hood, over 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 throw
You gettin' money, we got more
We got more, nigga, is war

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

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

I got to everyday like I ain't signed a deal, nigga
Mama's in the hood, work steel in defense
I got a flow like I'm on the bench, nigga
Got a like Sunday's paper
I lay down 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' that money, we got
We got more, nigga, is war