Luyện nghe bài hát War Witcha Homeboy

Nigga, Nigga!!
Dayum.. I neva dis rap shit
Could a nigga beefin' 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 wit' a like Martin Luther King
'Till tha came sayin' my whole fuckin' team (Huh!)
Switched my up, started from tha bottom (Why?!)
My on tha way I don't need these problems (Aiight)
me a new job - I wanna rap
So I got myself a new squad, got out tha
Didn't have too many niggas ridin' wit' me (Uh)
But now wanna ride in my Benz (Uhh!!)
Dis one nigga dat I a friend of mine
He was really right when I didn't have a dime (Yeahh!)
But I on tha grind, waited in tha line
Thinkin' dat both git rich 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 his own bread
Can't give him tha but hayell, I did what I can
He got a lil' man dat he his artist (Yeah!)
I took him right in like "Damn, start dis." (C'monn!)
Brought him 50 to show him what he got
He looked at me quickly and he was hot
We was on our way, to tha top
But my homeboi feel his man need to drop (Uh ohh)
His frustration in, now here we go
My homeboi feelin' like I owe a mo'
Meanwhile dis tha 1st week my out (Okayye!)
Shit my own damn 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 homeboi got mad
'Cause he started everythang dat he had (Aahh!)
Nobody to blame but who else, who?
He started sendin' threats what he gon' do (Whudd!!)
Now I live around dis beef stuff (Nah)
Dis ain't New York, my ain't big enough
So I'm lookin' fo' my wit' guns and shit (C'monn)
The Lord how did it come to dis (Why?!)
There he goes, right there with his toy
I'm all by myself, git dis ova
down on the whole crowd, don't nobody move
Where my homeboi at, he say he gon' do? (Huh!)
Outta nowhere, my homeboi his face (Aye!)
But one of his souljas pull a gun from his (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 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 artist who was down me
He holla "Put ya guns down, and put ya up" (What?!)
I wadn't thinkin' I just 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 shame on 'em, then shame on you (You!)
'Cause these same ol' 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 smilin' in ya
All tha time they wanna ya place (Backstabbas.. Backstabbas..)
They smilin' in ya
All tha time they take ya place (Backstabbas.. Backstabbas..)