Luyện nghe bài hát War Ready

War
You got shooters, got shooters
We got
Let's do what them other niggas can't do
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Uh nigga got a thousand guns,
And if money is nigga, I got millions of power nigga
Fuck with me nigga,

17 I was chargin' 17
Ridin' clean, youngest in the Medellín
Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle
Did some thangs for my niggas I can't explain
slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane
Put a patch your eye, fuck with my petty change
Fuck what you heard, for bird I'm a dirty nigga
Laid to rest by the one you thought was with yah
War ready, the game wanna take my life
War ready, pussy boy we all could die
War ready, fast cash the law
War ready, gas mask when choppers talk

Killas on front line when you're war
Chopper shoot a thousand rounds you're war ready
Just another mama cryin' when you're war
another homicide 'cause we war ready
Killas on the front line you're war ready
Chopper a thousand rounds when you're war ready
Just another mama cryin' we're war ready
Just another when you're war ready
War, war, war

A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real dies but one
21 gun salute out of the top of drop top coupe
I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see
Yeah I wish could see this
never fall for what I stand for
This year
We could live today, blood, and die tonight,

Box Chevy hit the block, run the 50 shots
You just poppin' 'til you know you pop 'em no more
We done came through the block and sold many color
And these mothafuckas you can't drop 'em no more
War ready nigga put some change on head
Damn right, around, clear my safe out
I got a few digi scales and a Denzels
And you mothafuckin' right, a safe house
me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga
Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that
What you gonna hit him with the or the chop?
Look I give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga
You mothafuckas out always talkin'
'Bout another mothafucka said
Yeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna
I ain't out to mothafuckin' play
Why these fuck niggas always 'bout somethin'?
Either you're livin' a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'
Try to let that Rollie breathe but hidin' in my sleeve
that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'
Tomorrow promised, nigga roll up that weed
Gotta stay strapped to live the I lead
Start own alphabet with all them G's
Open up a hundred with all them keys
Yeah we live for coupes but we dyin' by the gun
Missed his court date, now my on the run
Big shit poppin' in his pocket like a
bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper
Hangin' out the Rolls, on mark, get set
Let it go, yeah hold bitch steady
that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'
Yeah I hope you niggas war ready

Killas on front line you're war ready
Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war
Just another mama cryin' you're war ready
another homicide cause we war ready

Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a
Nigga walk a mile, found him naked and rollin'
out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga
Shout out to them GD's, that Crip love, nigga?
out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga
I could die a times, will never die a fuck nigga
Shoutout to my city, too, my clip a 62
Ridin' down on 63, in peace to Fluty Coupe
and quinine
Cut bitch a thousand times
Phone call said he need a
I text him back, "Come in line"
You went out of town so I had to wack bitch
came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch

Killas on front line when war ready
Chopper a thousand rounds when you're war ready
Just another mama when you're war ready
another homicide cause we war ready
Killas on the front when you're war ready
Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war
Just another mama cryin' cause war ready
Just another when you're war ready
War, war, war