Luyện nghe bài hát War

Yeah, yeah, back niggaz, huh
Yeah, that bounce we need ya
Marcy, where we at, Right here
Let me hear new shit, yeah, niggaz
Just Blaze, you a muhfucker 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, the shorty, trust me I ain't playing
War, I'm for it to go there
Anybody that know me know I when it go there

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

Whole crew got like mozzarella Mayne
Top off, top stay on, whatever
Got rid of the
I don't like the niggaz
Six is better, room
And more wood to cover my interior

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

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

I her, man, should not fear, man
If you violate, man, you die by hand
And it be fine, behanded that man
That man I am and you understand
But I hear the talking like, Bleek, where you
It's unfortunate, I'm in again, huh

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

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

This is not for children, not for
Only for real niggaz that can 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 you bitch, making me sick
You never pimped, you only wit' chicks

And I've been for a minute
Jay up the drum, now they whinin' like women
I'm right back, nigga, where you at,
Keep the Mac nigga, spit it like nigga
And I to chill even though

I got to spit everyday I ain't signed a deal, nigga
Mama's still in the hood, work in defense
I got a like I'm still on the bench, nigga
Got a delivery like paper
I lay that and I get that paper, 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