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

Came up (Yuh!), I did my
Dis is so real I ain't no names (Nah!)
Started wit' a dream like Martin Luther
'Till tha came sayin' my whole fuckin' team (Huh!)
my game up, started from tha bottom (Why?!)
My Daughter on tha way I don't these problems (Aiight)
me a new job - I wanna rap
So I got a new squad, got out tha trap
Didn't too many niggas 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 on tha grind, waited in tha line
dat we'd both git rich in due time (Nigga!)
My blessin' came and started to listin
It's G-Unit now so I put him in (Owh!)
To ride 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 his artist (Yeah!)
I took him right in like "Damn, let's dis." (C'monn!)
Brought him 50 to show him what he got
He at me quickly and said he was hot
We was on our way, to tha top
But my homeboi like his man need to drop (Uh ohh)
His kicks 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 tha way I post dis
tha lights on, you can see tha roaches (Uh huh)
Shit got bad, my homeboi got mad
'Cause he losin' everythang dat he had (Aahh!)
Nobody to but who else, Guess who?
He started sendin' sayin' 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)
Askin' The how did it come to dis (Why?!)
There he goes, right there his toy souljas
I'm all by myself, git dis ova
Dogg down on the whole crowd, don't move
my homeboi 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 to shoot, but I looked in his eyes
And then i realized dat he didn't die
So it's back to my homeboi, 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 down 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 homeboi "Ya an act up" (Nigga!!)
Weeks went by, and we got back
First it's shame on 'em, it's shame on you (You!)
'Cause these same ol' dues dat i let round (Okayye)
Doin' all kinds'a shit behind my now
Wanna sleep wit' tha enemy to make some (Aiight!)
But dis how it go in tha streets, when you war witcha

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