Luyện nghe bài hát War

Yeah, DJ Clue, Desert
New Nas, it's 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 into a Louis Vuitton truck with stash boxes
And *** in it sayin' Nas ***
Drove harm's way, puffin' that bombay
QB thug on my arm say

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

All white shell toes, that Queens thing
Brightland, ice wine, that weed sling
where 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 really don't see
They just started livin', just havin' threesomes

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

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