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 burnt a hole in his

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

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

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

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

Just started havin' girls who like
That's why I got married 'cause my world like them
So why they keep tellin' stories?
***, square, ***, this is my year, ***

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