Luyện nghe bài hát War Witcha Homeboy

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

up (Yuh!), I did my thang
Dis is so real I sayin' no names (Nah!)
Started wit' a dream like Martin 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 don't need problems (Aiight)
Find me a new job - I rap
So I got myself a new squad, got out tha
Didn't have too many ridin' wit' me then (Uh)
But now everybody wanna ride in my (Uhh!!)
Dis one nigga dat I a friend of mine
He was really there when I didn't have a dime (Yeahh!)
But I stayed on tha grind, in tha line
Thinkin' dat we'd both git rich in due (Nigga!)
My blessin' came and people started to
It's now so I put him in posission (Owh!)
To ride wit' a nigga, and make his own
give him tha world but hayell, I did what I can
He got a lil' man dat he his artist (Yeah!)
I took him in like "Damn, let's start dis." (C'monn!)
him round 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 kicks in, now we go
My homeboi feelin' like I owe a mo'
dis tha 1st week my album out (Okayye!)
Shit my own damn mama didn't a house (Phureal!)
focused tha way I post dis
When tha lights on, you can see tha (Uh huh)
got bad, my homeboi really got mad
'Cause he started losin' dat he had (Aahh!)
Nobody to blame but who else, Guess
He started sendin' threats sayin' he gon' do (Whudd!!)
Now I live around dis beef stuff (Nah)
Dis ain't New York, my city big enough
So I'm lookin' fo' my homeboy guns and shit (C'monn)
The Lord how did it come to dis (Why?!)
There he goes, right there his toy souljas
I'm all by myself, git dis ova
Dogg on the whole crowd, don't nobody move
Where my 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 i realized dat he didn't wanned die
So back to my homeboi, Wussup now?!
He like "Damn Buck, you really fucked up now"
I'm like "Nawhh, say you trynnah kill 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 wadn't thinkin' I fucked ya man up
Picked up my strap, hopped in my 'Lac (C'monn)
Told my "Ya mayn's an act up" (Nigga!!)
Weeks went by, and we got back
First it's on 'em, then it's shame on you (You!)
'Cause these same ol' dat i let back round (Okayye)
Doin' all kinds'a behind my back now
Wanna sleep wit' tha enemy to some noise? (Aiight!)
But dis how it go in tha streets, you war witcha homeboi

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