Luyện nghe bài hát War Ready

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

17 I was niggas 17
Ridin' clean, nigga in the Medellín
Bomber green, in that thang, in the lane
Did some for my niggas which I can't explain
Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dane
Put a over your eye, fuck with my petty change
Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty
Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' yah
War ready, the game just take my life
War ready, pussy boy we all could die
War ready, cash above the law
War ready, gas when them choppers talk

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

A dies a thousand deaths, a real 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
Yeah I wish Shake see this
never fall for what I stand for
This Fernando
We could live today, blood, and die tonight,

Box Chevy hit the block, run the 50 shots
You just 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more
We done came the block and sold many color drops
And these mothafuckas think you drop 'em no more
War ready nigga put some change on your
Damn right, fuck around, my safe out
I got a few digi scales and a Denzels
And you right, this a safe house
me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga
Be his pallbearer, so I can that nigga
What you gonna hit him with the or the chop?
Look I give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga
You out here always talkin'
'Bout what mothafucka said
Yeah I got that FNH when that finna hostin'
I out here to mothafuckin' play
Why these fuck niggas cryin' 'bout somethin'?
Either you're livin' 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
Gotta stay strapped to the life I lead
Start your own with all them G's
Open up a hundred doors with all keys
we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun
Missed his court date, now my on the run
Big shit in his pocket like a lighter
Shit bag leave a grown nigga in a
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 when you're war ready
Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when war ready
Just another mama cryin' when you're war
Just another cause we war ready

Follow in my footstep, I was to die a soldier
Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him and rollin'
Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my nigga
out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?
Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug,
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
and quinine
Cut bitch a thousand times
Phone said he need a brick
I him back, "Come stand in line"
You out of town so I had to wack your bitch
Never back, pussy boy, go die a bitch

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