Luyện nghe bài hát War Witcha Homeboy

Nigga, Nigga!!
Dayum.. I neva dis rap shit
Could have a nigga wit his own homebois, ya'know?
fucked up, but dis how it goes...

Came up (Yuh!), I did my
Dis is so I ain't sayin' no names (Nah!)
Started a dream like Martin Luther King
'Till tha Fed's came sayin' my whole fuckin' (Huh!)
Switched my game up, from tha bottom (Why?!)
My Daughter on tha way I don't these problems (Aiight)
Find me a new job - I 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 in my Benz (Uhh!!)
Dis one dat I called a friend of mine
He was really there when I didn't have a dime (Yeahh!)
But I stayed on tha grind, in tha line
Thinkin' dat we'd both git rich in due (Nigga!)
My blessin' came and started to listin
G-Unit now so I put him in posission (Owh!)
To wit' a nigga, and make his own bread
Can't give him tha world but hayell, I did 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 him what he got
He at me quickly 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 frustration in, now here we go
My feelin' like I owe a lil' mo'
Meanwhile dis tha 1st my album out (Okayye!)
Shit my own damn mama have a house (Phureal!)
focused tha way I post dis
When tha on, you can see tha roaches (Uh huh)
got bad, my homeboi really got mad
'Cause he started everythang dat he had (Aahh!)
Nobody to blame but who else, who?
He started sendin' sayin' what he gon' do (Whudd!!)
Now I can't live around dis beef (Nah)
Dis New York, my city ain't big enough
So I'm lookin' fo' my homeboy guns and shit (C'monn)
Askin' The Lord how did it to dis (Why?!)
he goes, right there with his toy souljas
I'm all by myself, git dis ova
Dogg down on the whole crowd, don't nobody
Where my at, what he say he gon' do? (Huh!)
nowhere, my homeboi show his face (Aye!)
But one of his souljas a gun from his waist (Dayum!!)
I started to shoot, but I in his eyes
And then i realized dat he wanned die
So it's to my homeboi, Wussup now?!
He like "Damn Buck, you actin' fucked up now"
I'm like "Nawhh, niggas say you trynnah me."
Glock out nobody gittin' near me (Unh uh)
A car opens, and who do I see?!
My homeboi who was down wit' me
He holla "Put ya guns down, and put ya up" (What?!)
I wadn't thinkin' I fucked ya man up
Picked up my strap, 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, it's shame on you (You!)
these same ol' dues dat i let back round (Okayye)
Doin' all kinds'a shit my back now
Wanna sleep wit' tha enemy to make some (Aiight!)
But dis how it go in tha streets, when you war homeboi

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