Luyện nghe bài hát War Witcha Homeboy

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

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