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 power nigga, I got millions of power
Fuck with me nigga,

17 I was chargin' 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 Dane
Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my change
Fuck what you heard, for bird I'm a dirty nigga
Laid to by the one you thought was workin' with yah
War ready, the game wanna take my life
War ready, pussy boy we all die tonight
War ready, fast above the law
War ready, gas when them choppers talk

on front line when you're war ready
Chopper shoot a rounds when you're war ready
another mama cryin' when you're war ready
Just another homicide we war ready
Killas on the front line when you're war
Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war
Just another mama cryin' cause war ready
Just homicide when you're 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' to see this
Yeah I wish Shake could see
I'll fall for what I stand for
This year
We could live today, blood, and die tonight,

Box hit the block, run the whole 50 shots
You just poppin' 'til you know you 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 put some change on your head
right, fuck around, clear my safe out
I got a few digi and a couple 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 nigga
What you gonna hit him with the or the chop?
Look I give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga
You mothafuckas out here always
'Bout what another mothafucka
Yeah I got that FNH when that finna hostin'
I ain't out to mothafuckin' play
Why these fuck always cryin' 'bout somethin'?
Either you're livin' a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'
Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's in my sleeve
Like that motherfucker timid or shy about
Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up weed
Gotta strapped to live the life I lead
Start own alphabet with all them G's
Open up a hundred with all them keys
Yeah we live for them but we dyin' by the gun
Missed his date, now my nigga 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, hold that bitch steady
When that 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 you're war
another mama cryin' when you're war ready
Just another homicide cause we war

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

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