Luyện nghe bài hát War Games

War
War

Uh, yeah, uh, uh, uh
What, Crooklyn Number 2
O.C., yeah back in the muthafucka
Me and Premo, you know, East New
wick, Bedstuy and all those good places

Yo, my main frame, like a soldier
Ready for war, ups get my chest swell up
What's the Preme? I mean the scape
I think I got it in nigga, War Games is the theme

Rap commando, what's my handle O.C. to rock shit
Battle who pop shit green bareen thought slicka
I'm one step ahead, slide through enemy lines a black ack figga
Camouflage, runnin' you zone with detection

'Cuz the skinned marksmen run through your section
ya bones, physical built like titanium
Bugs cover my grill like Iranians ill gorilla so called
I no man but Allah, for the god is he is still in us

The Renaissance Man, I roll real like grenade
Sharp like gem stars 'cause scars
O.C.'s all in it, dope been for years
Now I'm back in the and I declare War Games

I bust off like a M-16 through screens from head to toe
Blood soak up your jeans, rap veteran, my stripes, fought wars
Opposing forces, would O.C. losses?
Naucious, you feelin' kinda like up

Cautious, watch ya step, land rhymes up
Havin' a pity for foes, G.I. Joe
He's a sucker, the taste outta wild motherfuckas
Design a rhyme, like a plan for the

Six Million Steve Austin, costin' apprehended if I am
In and my body will erupt
M-16 tapecatin', voids with ammo
it through a crowd, a bitch nigga sing soprano

When I get you in the square, then I end you
All MC's lets make one clear
all the same, I will remain, fuck the fame
Feelin' the lane to shoot, I declare War

I War Games
For niggas who flaunt figgas for fame
Gorilla warfare, tactics issue unlimited to ammo
With fire proof and power

I declare War
For who flaunt figgas for more fame
Gorilla warfare, tactics issue access to ammo
With fire proof and power

Precise pinpoint it, pull it, when I back
This here rap will slap you and team and that bad bitch
Sleaves from my uncut, raw cope
dig up boys, roll up and smoke

Then it, back to B.I. see I can do this, I'm professional
Too much weight to any style
Dutch Master blend, inhale me right
Young take a toke of my rap and get the Willies para

Noid, all non void
Fuck with O.C., get life destroyed
Like a marine, I'm a rap killing machine
Fiend to a mic, set from New York to New Orleans

Over seas I conquer, rough like
Love to eat actors, gotta take for
I flow I get comatose in my own world
From the first verse, you saw my unfurl
I mean team name, never change
My ammo is the demo on the mic
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