Luyện nghe bài hát War Ready

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

17 I was niggas 17
clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín
Bomber green, in thang, in the middle lane
Did some thangs for my niggas I can't explain
Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana
Put a over 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 was workin' with yah
War ready, the game just wanna take my
War ready, boy we all could die tonight
War ready, fast above the law
War ready, gas mask when them choppers

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

A coward 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 could see
never fall for what I stand for
This year
We could today, blood, and die tonight, cous'

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

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

Follow in my footstep, I was to die a soldier
Nigga walk a mile, found him naked and rollin'
Shout out to the Vice Lords, out to my Blood nigga
Shout out to GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?
Shout out to dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga
I could die a thousand times, never die a fuck nigga
Shoutout to my city, too, my hold a 62
Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to Coupe
and quinine
Cut that bitch a thousand
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 you're war ready
Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when war ready
Just another mama cryin' you're war ready
Just another cause we war ready
Killas on the line when you're war ready
Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when war ready
another mama cryin' cause we're war ready
Just another homicide when war ready
War, war, war