Luyện nghe bài hát War Witcha Homeboy

Nigga, Nigga!!
Dayum.. I neva knew dis rap
have a nigga beefin' 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 no names (Nah!)
Started wit' a dream like Luther King
'Till tha Fed's sayin' my whole fuckin' team (Huh!)
Switched my up, started 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 myself a new squad, got out tha
Didn't too many niggas ridin' wit' me then (Uh)
But now everybody wanna in my Benz (Uhh!!)
Dis one nigga dat I called a of mine
He was really right there when I didn't a dime (Yeahh!)
But I on tha grind, waited in tha line
Thinkin' dat we'd both git in due time (Nigga!)
My blessin' came and people started to
It's now so I put him in posission (Owh!)
To wit' a nigga, and make his own bread
give him tha world but hayell, I did what I can
He got a lil' man dat he called his (Yeah!)
I him right in like "Damn, let's start dis." (C'monn!)
Brought him 50 to show him what he got
He looked at me 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 frustration kicks in, now we go
My homeboi feelin' like I owe a mo'
Meanwhile dis tha 1st week my out (Okayye!)
Shit my own mama didn't have a house (Phureal!)
Stay tha way I post dis
When tha lights on, you can see tha (Uh huh)
Shit got bad, my homeboi got mad
'Cause he losin' everythang dat he had (Aahh!)
Nobody to blame but who else, Guess
He started threats sayin' what he gon' do (Whudd!!)
Now I can't around dis beef stuff (Nah)
Dis New York, my city ain't big enough
So I'm lookin' fo' my homeboy wit' and shit (C'monn)
Askin' The how did it come 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, nobody move
Where my homeboi at, he say he gon' do? (Huh!)
Outta nowhere, my show his face (Aye!)
But one of his souljas pull a gun from his (Dayum!!)
I started to shoot, but I in his eyes
And then i realized dat he didn't die
So it's back to my homeboi, now?!
He "Damn Buck, you really actin' fucked up now"
I'm like "Nawhh, say you trynnah kill me."
Glock out nobody gittin' near me (Unh uh)
A car opens, and who do I see?!
My homeboi artist who was down me
He "Put ya guns down, and put ya hands up" (What?!)
I wadn't I just fucked ya man up
Picked up my strap, hopped in my 'Lac (C'monn)
Told my "Ya mayn's an act up" (Nigga!!)
Weeks went by, and we got cool
First it's on 'em, then it's shame on you (You!)
'Cause these same ol' dues dat i let round (Okayye)
Doin' all shit behind my back now
Wanna sleep wit' tha enemy to some noise? (Aiight!)
But dis how it go in tha streets, when you war homeboi

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