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 King
tha Fed's came sayin' my whole fuckin' team (Huh!)
Switched my game up, started from tha (Why?!)
My Daughter on tha way I don't these problems (Aiight)
Find me a new job - I rap
So I got myself a new squad, got out tha
have 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 right there when I didn't have a dime (Yeahh!)
But I stayed on tha grind, in tha line
Thinkin' dat we'd git rich in due time (Nigga!)
My blessin' came and people started to
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 his artist (Yeah!)
I took him in like "Damn, let's start dis." (C'monn!)
Brought him round 50 to 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 like his man 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!)
my own damn mama didn't have 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
he started losin' everythang dat he had (Aahh!)
Nobody to blame but who else, Guess
He started sendin' threats sayin' what he do (Whudd!!)
Now I can't around dis beef 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 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 homeboi at, he say he gon' do? (Huh!)
nowhere, my homeboi show his face (Aye!)
But one of his pull a gun from his waist (Dayum!!)
I to shoot, but I looked in his eyes
And i realized dat he didn't wanned die
So it's back to my homeboi, now?!
He like "Damn Buck, you actin' fucked up now"
I'm like "Nawhh, niggas say you kill me."
Glock still out nobody gittin' me (Unh uh)
A car opens, and who do I see?!
My artist who was down wit' me
He "Put ya guns down, and put ya hands up" (What?!)
I thinkin' I just fucked 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
First it's on 'em, then it's shame on you (You!)
'Cause these same ol' dues dat i let round (Okayye)
Doin' all kinds'a behind my back now
Wanna sleep tha enemy to make some noise? (Aiight!)
But dis how it go in tha streets, when you war homeboi

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