Luyện nghe bài hát War Ready

War
You got shooters, I've got
We got
Let's do what them other niggas do though
uh
Uh nigga got a thousand guns,
And if money is power nigga, I got millions of nigga
Fuck me nigga, huh?

17 I was niggas 17
Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the
Bomber green, in that thang, in the lane
Did thangs for my niggas which I can't explain
Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana
Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty
Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty
Laid to by the one you thought was workin' with yah
War ready, the game just wanna take my
War ready, pussy boy we all die tonight
War ready, fast above the law
War ready, gas when them choppers talk

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 homicide 'cause we war
Killas on the line when you're war ready
Chopper shoot a thousand rounds you're war ready
another mama cryin' cause we're war ready
Just another homicide when 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 a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this
Yeah I Shake 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 50 shots
You just poppin' 'til you know you pop 'em no more
We done came through the block and sold color drops
And these think you can't drop 'em no more
War ready nigga put some on your head
Damn right, 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, I'll that nigga
Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that
What you gonna hit him the Glock 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 when that mothafucka hostin'
I ain't out to mothafuckin' play
Why these fuck always cryin' 'bout somethin'?
Either you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' somethin'
Try to let that Rollie breathe but hidin' in my sleeve
Like that motherfucker timid or shy about
Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga up that weed
Gotta strapped to live the life I lead
your own alphabet with all them G's
Open up a hundred doors all them keys
Yeah we live for coupes but we dyin' by the gun
his court date, now my nigga on the run
Big shit poppin' in his pocket a lighter
Shit bag a grown nigga in a diaper
Hangin' out the Rolls, on mark, get set
Let it go, yeah hold that bitch
When that get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'
Yeah I hope you niggas war ready

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

Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a
Nigga walk a mile, found him naked and rollin'
Shout out to the Lords, shout out to my Blood 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
to my city, too, my clip hold a 62
Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to Coupe
and quinine
Cut that bitch a thousand
Phone call he need a brick
I text him back, "Come in line"
You went out of town so I had to wack your
Never came back, pussy boy, go die a

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