Luyện nghe bài hát War Witcha Homeboy

Nigga, Nigga!!
Dayum.. I knew dis rap shit
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 sayin' no names (Nah!)
Started wit' a dream like Martin Luther
'Till tha Fed's came sayin' my whole fuckin' (Huh!)
Switched my up, started from tha bottom (Why?!)
My Daughter on tha way I don't need problems (Aiight)
me a new job - I wanna rap
So I got a new squad, got out tha trap
Didn't have too many niggas ridin' wit' me (Uh)
But now everybody ride in my Benz (Uhh!!)
Dis one nigga dat I a friend of mine
He was really right there when I didn't a dime (Yeahh!)
But I stayed on tha grind, in tha line
dat we'd both git rich in due time (Nigga!)
My blessin' came and people 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 man dat he called his artist (Yeah!)
I him right in like "Damn, let's start dis." (C'monn!)
Brought him round 50 to show him 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 in, now here we go
My homeboi like I owe a lil' mo'
Meanwhile dis tha 1st my album out (Okayye!)
Shit my own damn mama didn't a house (Phureal!)
Stay focused tha way I dis
tha lights on, you can see tha roaches (Uh huh)
Shit got bad, my really got mad
'Cause he started everythang dat he had (Aahh!)
Nobody to blame but who else, Guess
He sendin' threats sayin' what he gon' do (Whudd!!)
Now I can't live around dis stuff (Nah)
Dis ain't New York, my ain't big enough
So I'm lookin' fo' my homeboy guns and shit (C'monn)
Askin' The how did it come to dis (Why?!)
There he goes, there with his toy souljas
I'm all by myself, git dis ova
Dogg down on the crowd, don't nobody move
Where my homeboi at, what he say he do? (Huh!)
nowhere, my homeboi show his face (Aye!)
But one of his souljas pull a gun his waist (Dayum!!)
I to shoot, but I looked in his eyes
And i realized dat he didn't wanned die
So it's to my homeboi, Wussup now?!
He like "Damn Buck, you really fucked up now"
I'm like "Nawhh, say you trynnah kill me."
Glock still out gittin' near me (Unh uh)
A car opens, and who do I see?!
My homeboi artist who was down me
He holla "Put ya down, and put ya hands up" (What?!)
I wadn't thinkin' I just ya man up
up my strap, hopped in my 'Lac truck (C'monn)
Told my "Ya mayn's an act up" (Nigga!!)
Weeks went by, and we got back
it's shame on 'em, then it's shame on you (You!)
'Cause same ol' dues dat i let back round (Okayye)
Doin' all kinds'a behind 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 they wanna take ya place (Backstabbas.. Backstabbas..)
smilin' in ya face
All tha time they wanna ya place (Backstabbas.. Backstabbas..)