Luyện nghe bài hát War

Yeah, DJ Clue, Desert
New Nas, called War

Squinted-eye gangsta, live in a
Platinum drinker, stackin' that grown paper
God me out His ***
The Devil swallowed me up, I a hole in his guts

Fell down into a Louis Vuitton with stash boxes
And *** in it blast Nas ***
Drove down harm's way, puffin' that
QB tattoo on my arm say

Names of my fam, so I'ma you a scripture
And commandments to get you
Bandannas, hammers, MAC's and
the mismatched Pumas like Shan in Queensbridge

All white shell toes, that Queens thing
Brightland, ice wine, call weed sling
Know G slang
And the *** with *** that slurp on me and my comrades

Got a new contract, come on,
*** just gettin' up on, I'm beyond that
No time for crumbs, I don't see them
They started livin', just started havin' threesomes

started havin' girls who like them
That's why I got married my world ain't like them
So why keep tellin' those stories?
***, square, ***, this is my year, ***

Professional, Pt. 3, you see it
DJ Clue, Storm