Luyện nghe bài hát War Witcha Homeboy

Nigga, Nigga!!
Dayum.. I neva knew dis rap
Could a nigga beefin' wit his own homebois, ya'know?
fucked up, but dis how it goes...

Came up (Yuh!), I did my
Dis is so real I ain't sayin' no (Nah!)
Started wit' a dream like Luther King
'Till tha Fed's came sayin' my whole team (Huh!)
my game up, started from tha bottom (Why?!)
My Daughter on tha way I don't need these (Aiight)
me a new job - I wanna rap
So I got myself a new squad, got out tha
Didn't too many niggas ridin' wit' me then (Uh)
But now everybody wanna in my Benz (Uhh!!)
Dis one dat I called a friend of mine
He was really right there when I have a dime (Yeahh!)
But I stayed on tha grind, waited in tha
Thinkin' dat we'd both git in due time (Nigga!)
My came and people started to listin
G-Unit now so I put him in posission (Owh!)
To ride wit' a nigga, and make his own
Can't him tha world but hayell, I did what I can
He got a lil' man dat he his artist (Yeah!)
I took him right in "Damn, let's start dis." (C'monn!)
Brought him 50 to show him what he got
He looked at me and said he was hot
We was on our way, to tha top
But my homeboi feel like his man to drop (Uh ohh)
His frustration in, now here we go
My feelin' like I owe a lil' mo'
Meanwhile dis tha 1st week my out (Okayye!)
Shit my own damn mama didn't have a (Phureal!)
focused tha way I post dis
When tha on, you can see tha roaches (Uh huh)
Shit got bad, my homeboi got mad
he started losin' everythang dat he had (Aahh!)
Nobody to blame but who else, who?
He sendin' threats sayin' what he gon' do (Whudd!!)
Now I can't live around dis stuff (Nah)
Dis ain't New York, my city ain't big
So I'm lookin' fo' my homeboy wit' guns and (C'monn)
Askin' The how did it come to dis (Why?!)
There he goes, right there with his toy
I'm all by myself, git dis ova
down on the whole crowd, don't nobody move
Where my homeboi at, he say he gon' do? (Huh!)
Outta nowhere, my homeboi his face (Aye!)
But one of his souljas pull a gun his waist (Dayum!!)
I started to shoot, but I in his eyes
And then i dat he didn't wanned die
So it's back to my homeboi, now?!
He like "Damn Buck, you actin' fucked up now"
I'm "Nawhh, niggas say you trynnah kill me."
Glock still out gittin' near me (Unh uh)
A car opens, and who do I see?!
My homeboi who was down wit' me
He holla "Put ya down, and put ya hands up" (What?!)
I wadn't thinkin' I just ya man up
Picked up my strap, in my 'Lac truck (C'monn)
my homeboi "Ya mayn's an act up" (Nigga!!)
Weeks went by, and we got cool
First it's on 'em, then it's shame on you (You!)
'Cause these same ol' dat i let back round (Okayye)
all kinds'a shit behind my back now
Wanna sleep wit' tha enemy to make noise? (Aiight!)
But dis how it go in tha streets, when you war witcha

They in ya face
All tha they wanna take ya place (Backstabbas.. Backstabbas..)
smilin' in ya face
All tha time wanna take ya place (Backstabbas.. Backstabbas..)