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?
fucked up, but dis how it goes...

Came up (Yuh!), I did my
Dis is so real I sayin' no names (Nah!)
Started wit' a dream like Martin Luther
'Till tha Fed's 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)
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 dat I called a friend of mine
He was really right there I didn't have a dime (Yeahh!)
But I on tha grind, waited in tha line
Thinkin' dat both git rich in due time (Nigga!)
My blessin' came and people to listin
G-Unit now so I put him in posission (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 lil' man dat he called his (Yeah!)
I took him in like "Damn, let's 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 feel like his man need to drop (Uh ohh)
His kicks in, now here we go
My homeboi like I owe a lil' mo'
Meanwhile dis tha 1st week my out (Okayye!)
Shit my own damn mama 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
he started losin' everythang dat he had (Aahh!)
Nobody to but who else, Guess who?
He sendin' threats sayin' what he gon' do (Whudd!!)
Now I can't live around dis stuff (Nah)
Dis New York, my city ain't big enough
So I'm lookin' fo' my wit' guns and shit (C'monn)
Askin' The Lord how did it to dis (Why?!)
There he goes, right with his toy souljas
I'm all by myself, git dis ova
Dogg down on the whole crowd, don't nobody
Where my homeboi at, what he say he do? (Huh!)
Outta nowhere, my homeboi show his (Aye!)
But one of his souljas pull a gun his waist (Dayum!!)
I to shoot, but I looked in his eyes
And then i realized dat he didn't die
So back to my homeboi, Wussup now?!
He like "Damn Buck, you actin' fucked up now"
I'm like "Nawhh, niggas say you kill me."
Glock still out gittin' near me (Unh uh)
A car opens, and who do I see?!
My artist who was down wit' me
He holla "Put ya guns down, and put ya 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 by, and we got back cool
First it's shame on 'em, then it's on you (You!)
these same ol' dues dat i let back round (Okayye)
Doin' all kinds'a behind my back now
Wanna sleep wit' tha enemy to make some (Aiight!)
But dis how it go in tha streets, you war witcha homeboi

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