Luyện nghe bài hát War

Yeah, DJ Clue, Desert
New Nas, it's War

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

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

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

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

Got a new contract, come on,
*** y'all just gettin' up on, I'm beyond
No time for crumbs, I really see them
They just started livin', just havin' threesomes

Just started havin' girls who them
why I got married 'cause my world ain't like them
So why they keep tellin' those
***, square, ***, this is my year, ***

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