Luyện nghe bài hát War Ready

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

17 I was niggas 17
Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the
Bomber green, in thang, in the middle lane
Did thangs for my niggas which I can't explain
Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana
Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty
Fuck you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga
Laid to by the one you thought was workin' with yah
War ready, the game just 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 you're war ready
Chopper a thousand rounds when you're war ready
Just another cryin' when you're war ready
Just homicide 'cause we war ready
Killas on the front when you're war ready
shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready
Just another mama cryin' cause war ready
Just another homicide when war ready
War, war, war

A coward dies a thousand deaths, a nigga dies but one
21 gun out of the top of your drop top coupe
I know a lot of niggas hate to see this
I wish Shake could see this
I'll never fall for what I for
year Fernando
We could today, blood, and die tonight, cous'

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

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

in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier
Nigga couldn't a mile, found him naked and rollin'
Shout out to the Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga
out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?
Shout out to dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga
I could die a thousand times, will die a fuck nigga
Shoutout to my city, too, my clip a 62
Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to Fluty
Heroin and
Cut bitch a thousand times
Phone said he need a brick
I him back, "Come stand in line"
You went out of town so I had to wack your
Never back, pussy boy, go die a bitch

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