Luyện nghe bài hát War Ready

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

17 I was chargin' 17
clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín
Bomber green, in thang, in the middle lane
Did some thangs for my niggas which I explain
Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana
Put a patch your eye, fuck with my petty change
what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga
Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' yah
War ready, the game just wanna my life
War ready, boy we all could die tonight
War ready, fast cash the law
War ready, gas mask when choppers talk

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

A coward dies a deaths, a real nigga dies but one
21 gun out of the top of your drop top coupe
I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see
Yeah I wish could see this
I'll never for what I stand for
year 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 think you can't drop 'em no more
War nigga put some change on your head
Damn right, fuck around, clear my out
I got a few digi and a couple Denzels
And you mothafuckin' right, a safe house
Give me the K and a shovel, I'll that nigga
Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that
What you gonna hit him with the or the chop?
Look I wouldn't a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga
You mothafuckas out here talkin'
'Bout what another said
Yeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna
I out here to mothafuckin' play
Why these fuck always cryin' 'bout somethin'?
Either you're livin' like a ho or you're 'bout somethin'
Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's in my sleeve
Like that motherfucker timid or shy somethin'
Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that
Gotta strapped to live the life I lead
Start own alphabet with all them G's
up a hundred doors with all them keys
Yeah we for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun
Missed his court date, now my on the run
Big poppin' 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
When that ritalin get to and them drums get to bussin'
Yeah I you pussy niggas war ready

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

in my footstep, I was born 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
Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love,
Shout out to dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga
I could die a thousand times, will never die a nigga
Shoutout to my city, too, my clip a 62
Ridin' on 63, rest in peace to Fluty Coupe
and quinine
Cut that bitch a times
Phone call he need a brick
I him back, "Come stand in line"
You out of town so I had to wack your bitch
came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch

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