Luyện nghe bài hát War Ready

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

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 can't
Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana
Put a patch over your eye, fuck my petty change
Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty
to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah
War ready, the game just wanna take my
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 homicide we war ready
Killas on the front line you're war ready
Chopper a thousand rounds when you're war ready
Just another mama cryin' cause we're war
Just another homicide when you're war
War, war, war

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

Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50
You just poppin' 'til you know you pop 'em no more
We done came through the and sold many color drops
And these mothafuckas think you can't 'em no more
War ready nigga put some on your head
right, fuck around, clear my safe out
I got a few digi scales and a couple
And you right, this a safe house
Give me the K and a shovel, I'll that nigga
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' nigga
You mothafuckas out always talkin'
what another mothafucka said
Yeah I got that FNH when that finna hostin'
I out here to mothafuckin' play
Why these fuck always cryin' 'bout somethin'?
Either you're livin' like a ho or dyin' 'bout somethin'
Try to let that Rollie but it's hidin' in my sleeve
Like that motherfucker timid or shy about
Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up weed
Gotta stay strapped to the life I lead
Start your own alphabet with all G's
up a hundred doors with all them keys
Yeah we live for them coupes but we by the gun
Missed his court date, now my on the run
Big shit poppin' in his like a lighter
Shit bag leave a grown in a diaper
Hangin' out the Rolls, on mark, get set
Let it go, yeah that 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 when war ready
Just another mama when you're war ready
Just another homicide cause we war

in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier
Nigga couldn't walk a mile, him naked and rollin'
Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my nigga
Shout out to them GD's, that Crip love, nigga?
out to them 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 said he need a brick
I him back, "Come stand in line"
You went out of town so I had to your bitch
Never came back, pussy boy, go die a

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