Luyện nghe bài hát War

Yeah, yeah, right niggaz, huh
Yeah, bounce we need ya know
Marcy, where we at, huh? 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, that ain't changed
in the world, I don't tuck the chain
And I walk like, yeah, I need the
But dawg, that's the shorty, trust me I ain't
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, that's
Yeah, wifey curse me out
You get me
'Cause the like it's workin' 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 don't like the leathers
Six is better, more
And there's more wood to my interior

is war, enough 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

This is war, enough of 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 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 hear the like, Bleek, where you been?
It's unfortunate, I'm in again, huh

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

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

This is war, enough of words, we want war
You throw a 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 real that can feel 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 quit you bitch, making me sick
You never pimped, you only friendly chicks

And I've been away for a
Jay beat up the drum, now whinin' like women
I'm right back, nigga, where you at,
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 still in the hood, work steel in
I got a like I'm still on the bench, nigga
Got a like Sunday's paper
I lay that down and I get paper, nigga

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