Luyện nghe bài hát War Witcha Homeboy

Nigga, Nigga!!
Dayum.. I neva 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 ain't no names (Nah!)
Started wit' a dream like Martin King
'Till tha Fed's came 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 have too many niggas ridin' wit' me (Uh)
But now everybody ride in my Benz (Uhh!!)
Dis one nigga dat I called a of mine
He was right there when I didn't have a dime (Yeahh!)
But I on tha grind, waited in tha line
Thinkin' dat we'd both git in due time (Nigga!)
My blessin' and people started to listin
It's G-Unit now so I put him in (Owh!)
To ride wit' a nigga, and make his own
Can't him tha world but hayell, I did what I can
He got a lil' man dat he called his (Yeah!)
I took him right in "Damn, let's start dis." (C'monn!)
him round 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 feel his man need to drop (Uh ohh)
His frustration kicks in, now we go
My feelin' like I owe a lil' mo'
dis tha 1st week my album out (Okayye!)
Shit my own damn didn't have a house (Phureal!)
Stay focused tha way I dis
When tha on, you can see tha roaches (Uh huh)
Shit got bad, my homeboi 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 dis beef stuff (Nah)
Dis ain't New York, my city big enough
So I'm fo' my homeboy wit' guns and shit (C'monn)
Askin' The Lord how did it to dis (Why?!)
There he goes, right there his toy souljas
I'm all by myself, git dis ova
Dogg on the whole crowd, don't nobody move
Where my homeboi at, what he say he do? (Huh!)
Outta nowhere, my show his face (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 wanned die
So it's back to my homeboi, now?!
He like "Damn Buck, you really actin' 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 wit' me
He holla "Put ya down, and put ya hands up" (What?!)
I wadn't thinkin' I fucked ya man up
Picked up my strap, in my 'Lac truck (C'monn)
Told my homeboi "Ya an act up" (Nigga!!)
Weeks went by, and we got cool
First it's shame on 'em, then it's on you (You!)
'Cause these ol' dues dat i let back round (Okayye)
Doin' all shit behind my back now
Wanna sleep wit' tha to make some noise? (Aiight!)
But dis how it go in tha streets, when you war homeboi

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