Luyện nghe bài hát War Witcha Homeboy

Nigga, Nigga!!
Dayum.. I knew dis rap shit
Could have a 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 ain't sayin' no (Nah!)
Started wit' a dream like Martin Luther
'Till tha Fed's came my whole fuckin' team (Huh!)
my game up, started from tha bottom (Why?!)
My on tha way I don't need these problems (Aiight)
me a new job - I wanna rap
So I got a new squad, got out tha trap
Didn't too many niggas ridin' wit' me then (Uh)
But now everybody ride in my Benz (Uhh!!)
Dis one dat I called a friend of mine
He was right there when I didn't have a dime (Yeahh!)
But I on tha grind, waited in tha line
Thinkin' dat we'd both git in due time (Nigga!)
My blessin' came and started to listin
It's 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 lil' man dat he his artist (Yeah!)
I took him right in like "Damn, let's dis." (C'monn!)
Brought him 50 to show him what he got
He looked at me quickly and 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 my album out (Okayye!)
Shit my own damn mama didn't have a (Phureal!)
Stay focused tha way I dis
When tha on, you can see tha roaches (Uh huh)
Shit got bad, my really got mad
'Cause he 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 dis beef stuff (Nah)
Dis ain't New York, my ain't big enough
So I'm lookin' fo' my wit' guns and shit (C'monn)
Askin' The how did it come to dis (Why?!)
he goes, right there with 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 show his face (Aye!)
But one of his souljas pull a gun 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 like "Damn Buck, you really fucked up now"
I'm like "Nawhh, niggas say you trynnah 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 wadn't thinkin' I fucked ya man up
Picked up my strap, hopped in my truck (C'monn)
Told my homeboi "Ya an act up" (Nigga!!)
Weeks went by, and we got cool
First shame on 'em, then it's shame on you (You!)
'Cause these ol' dues dat i let back round (Okayye)
Doin' all kinds'a behind my back now
Wanna sleep wit' tha to make some noise? (Aiight!)
But dis how it go in tha streets, when you war homeboi

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