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, New York
Bush wick, and all those good places

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

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

'Cuz the dark marksmen run through your section
Flesh ya bones, physical like titanium
Bugs cover my grill like ill gorilla so called killas
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 massive
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 rippin' through screens head to toe
soak up your jeans, rap veteran, earn my stripes, fought wars
Opposing forces, would O.C. losses?
Naucious, you kinda like throwing up

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

Six Million Steve Austin, costin' apprehended if I am
In times and my body will
tapecatin', voids filled with ammo
Bust it a crowd, a bitch nigga sing soprano

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

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

I declare War
For niggas who flaunt for more fame
Gorilla warfare, tactics issue unlimited to ammo
With proof camouflage and power

Precise pinpoint it, it, when I cock back
This here rap will slap you and team and that bad bitch
Sleaves from my uncut, raw like
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 superior blend, inhale me
Young Phillies take a of my rap and get the Willies para

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

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

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