Luyện nghe bài hát War

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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