Luyện nghe bài hát War Witcha Homeboy

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

Came up (Yuh!), I did my
Dis is so real I sayin' no names (Nah!)
Started a dream like Martin Luther King
tha Fed's came sayin' my whole fuckin' team (Huh!)
Switched my 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 a new squad, got out tha trap
Didn't have too many niggas ridin' me then (Uh)
But now everybody wanna ride in my (Uhh!!)
Dis one nigga dat I 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 git rich in due time (Nigga!)
My blessin' came and people started to
It's G-Unit now so I put him in (Owh!)
To wit' a nigga, and make his own bread
Can't him tha world but hayell, I did what I can
He got a man dat he called his artist (Yeah!)
I him right in like "Damn, let's start dis." (C'monn!)
Brought him 50 to show him what he got
He at me quickly and said he was hot
We was on our way, to tha top
But my feel like his man need to drop (Uh ohh)
His kicks in, now here we go
My homeboi feelin' like I owe a mo'
Meanwhile dis tha 1st week my out (Okayye!)
my own damn mama didn't have a house (Phureal!)
Stay tha way I post dis
tha lights on, you can see tha roaches (Uh huh)
Shit got bad, my homeboi got mad
'Cause he losin' everythang dat he had (Aahh!)
to blame but who else, Guess 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 big enough
So I'm lookin' fo' my homeboy guns and shit (C'monn)
Askin' The how did it come to dis (Why?!)
There he goes, right there his toy souljas
I'm all by myself, git dis ova
down on the whole crowd, don't nobody move
Where my homeboi at, what he say he do? (Huh!)
Outta nowhere, my homeboi his face (Aye!)
But one of his souljas a gun from 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 like "Nawhh, niggas say you trynnah me."
still out nobody gittin' near me (Unh uh)
A car opens, and who do I see?!
My homeboi artist who was wit' me
He holla "Put ya down, and put ya hands up" (What?!)
I thinkin' I just fucked ya man up
Picked up my strap, in my 'Lac truck (C'monn)
my homeboi "Ya mayn's an act up" (Nigga!!)
Weeks by, and we got back cool
First shame on 'em, then it's shame on you (You!)
'Cause same ol' dues dat i let back round (Okayye)
all kinds'a shit behind my back now
Wanna wit' tha enemy to make some noise? (Aiight!)
But dis how it go in tha streets, when you war witcha

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