Luyện nghe bài hát War Witcha Homeboy

Nigga, Nigga!!
Dayum.. I neva knew dis rap
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 I ain't sayin' no names (Nah!)
Started wit' a dream like Martin King
'Till tha Fed's came sayin' my whole fuckin' (Huh!)
Switched my game up, started 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 when I didn't have a dime (Yeahh!)
But I stayed on tha grind, waited in tha
Thinkin' dat we'd both git 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 make his own
Can't give him tha but hayell, I did what I can
He got a lil' man dat he called his (Yeah!)
I took him right in like "Damn, start dis." (C'monn!)
him round 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 need to (Uh ohh)
His frustration kicks in, now we go
My homeboi feelin' I owe a lil' 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
'Cause he started everythang dat he had (Aahh!)
Nobody to blame but who else, who?
He started sendin' threats what he gon' do (Whudd!!)
Now I can't live around dis beef (Nah)
Dis ain't New York, my city ain't big
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!)
Outta nowhere, my homeboi show his (Aye!)
But one of his souljas 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."
Glock still out nobody gittin' 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 fucked ya man up
Picked up my strap, hopped in my 'Lac (C'monn)
Told my homeboi "Ya an act up" (Nigga!!)
went by, and we got back cool
First it's on 'em, then it's shame on you (You!)
'Cause these ol' dues dat i let back round (Okayye)
all kinds'a shit behind my back 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..)
They smilin' in ya
All tha time they take ya place (Backstabbas.. Backstabbas..)