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...

Came up (Yuh!), I did my
Dis is so real I ain't sayin' no (Nah!)
wit' a dream like Martin Luther King
'Till tha Fed's sayin' my whole fuckin' team (Huh!)
my game up, started from tha bottom (Why?!)
My Daughter on tha way I need these problems (Aiight)
me a new job - I wanna rap
So I got myself a new squad, got out tha
Didn't have too many niggas ridin' me then (Uh)
But now everybody wanna in my Benz (Uhh!!)
Dis one nigga dat I called a friend of
He was right there when I didn't have a dime (Yeahh!)
But I stayed on tha grind, in tha line
Thinkin' dat we'd git rich in due time (Nigga!)
My blessin' came and people to listin
It's 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 man dat he called his artist (Yeah!)
I took him right in "Damn, let's start 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 homeboi feel like his man to drop (Uh ohh)
His frustration 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 lights on, you can see tha (Uh huh)
Shit got bad, my really got mad
he started losin' everythang dat he had (Aahh!)
Nobody to blame but who else, who?
He started sendin' threats sayin' what he do (Whudd!!)
Now I live around dis beef stuff (Nah)
Dis New York, my city 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, there with his toy souljas
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!)
nowhere, my homeboi show 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 to my homeboi, Wussup now?!
He "Damn Buck, you really actin' 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 artist who was down wit' me
He "Put ya guns down, and put ya hands up" (What?!)
I thinkin' I just fucked ya man up
Picked up my strap, hopped in my 'Lac (C'monn)
my homeboi "Ya mayn's an act up" (Nigga!!)
Weeks went by, and we got back
First it's shame on 'em, then shame on you (You!)
these same ol' dues dat i let back round (Okayye)
Doin' all kinds'a shit behind my now
Wanna sleep tha enemy to make some noise? (Aiight!)
But dis how it go in tha streets, when you war witcha

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