Luyện nghe bài hát War

Yeah, DJ Clue, Storm
New Nas, called War

Squinted-eye gangsta, live in a
Patron drinker, stackin' that grown paper
God me out His ***
The Devil 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 thug on my arm say

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

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

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

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

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