Luyện nghe bài hát War Ready

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

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

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

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

Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50
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 can't drop 'em no
War ready nigga put some change on your
right, fuck around, clear my safe out
I got a few scales and a couple Denzels
And you right, this a safe house
Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that
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 were sharin' that
You mothafuckas out always talkin'
'Bout another mothafucka said
Yeah I got that FNH that mothafucka finna hostin'
I ain't out to mothafuckin' play
Why these fuck niggas always cryin' somethin'?
Either you're livin' a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'
Try to let Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve
Like that motherfucker timid or shy somethin'
Tomorrow ain't promised, roll up that weed
Gotta stay strapped to live the life I
Start your own alphabet all them G's
Open up a hundred doors with all keys
Yeah we live for 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 nigga in a
Hangin' out the Rolls, on mark, get set
Let it go, yeah hold bitch steady
When that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to
Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war

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

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

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