Luyện nghe bài hát War

Yeah, DJ Clue, Storm
New Nas, called War

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

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

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

All white shell toes, that's that thing
Brightland, ice wine, call that weed
where G slang
And the *** with bomb *** that on me and my comrades

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

Just havin' girls who like them
That's why I got married 'cause my world like them
So why they tellin' those stories?
***, square, ***, this is my year, ***

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