Luyện nghe bài hát War

Yeah, DJ Clue, Storm
New Nas, called War

gangsta, live in a skyscraper
Platinum Patron drinker, stackin' grown paper
God me out His ***
The swallowed me up, I burnt a hole in his guts

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

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

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

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

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

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