Luyện nghe bài hát War Witcha Homeboy

Nigga, Nigga!!
Dayum.. I neva dis rap shit
Could have a nigga 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 a dream like Martin Luther King
'Till tha came sayin' my whole fuckin' team (Huh!)
Switched my game up, from tha bottom (Why?!)
My Daughter on tha way I don't need problems (Aiight)
Find me a new job - I rap
So I got a new squad, got out tha trap
Didn't have too many ridin' wit' me then (Uh)
But now everybody wanna in my Benz (Uhh!!)
Dis one nigga dat I a friend of mine
He was really right there I didn't have a dime (Yeahh!)
But I stayed on tha grind, in tha line
Thinkin' dat we'd both git in due time (Nigga!)
My blessin' came and people to listin
G-Unit now so I put him in posission (Owh!)
To ride wit' a nigga, and his own bread
Can't give him tha world but hayell, I did I can
He got a lil' man dat he called his (Yeah!)
I took him right in like "Damn, start 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 like his man need to (Uh ohh)
His frustration kicks in, now we go
My homeboi like I owe a lil' mo'
Meanwhile dis tha 1st week my out (Okayye!)
my own damn mama didn't have a house (Phureal!)
Stay focused tha way I dis
When tha lights on, you can see tha (Uh huh)
got bad, my homeboi really got mad
'Cause he started 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 around 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)
The Lord 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 at, what 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 to shoot, but I looked in his eyes
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 "Nawhh, niggas say you trynnah kill me."
Glock still out nobody near me (Unh uh)
A car opens, and who do I see?!
My homeboi artist who was wit' me
He "Put ya guns down, and put ya hands up" (What?!)
I wadn't thinkin' I just ya man up
Picked up my strap, hopped in my 'Lac (C'monn)
my homeboi "Ya mayn's an act up" (Nigga!!)
Weeks by, and we got back cool
First it's on 'em, then it's shame on you (You!)
'Cause these same ol' dues dat i let back (Okayye)
Doin' all kinds'a shit 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 time wanna take ya place (Backstabbas.. Backstabbas..)
They in ya face
All tha time they wanna ya place (Backstabbas.. Backstabbas..)