Luyện nghe bài hát War

Yeah, DJ Clue, Desert
New Nas, called War

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

Fell down into a Louis Vuitton truck stash boxes
And *** in it blast Nas ***
Drove down way, puffin' 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 like in Queensbridge

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

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

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

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