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 some new shit, yeah,
Just Blaze, you a muhfucker wit' these
Boy, let me hold it though, yo

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

Dawg, and yeah, wassup
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 still the Roc-A-Fella gang, hoe

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

is war, enough of them words, we want 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 that 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?
unfortunate, I'm in beef again, huh

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

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

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

is not for children, not for lames
Only for real that can feel what I'm saying
If it's too 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 only friendly chicks

And I've away for a minute
Jay beat up the drum, now they whinin' women
I'm back, nigga, where you at, nigga?
Keep the Mac nigga, spit it like nigga
And I tried to 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 on the bench, nigga
Got a like Sunday's paper
I lay that down and I get that paper,

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