Luyện nghe bài hát War Witcha Homeboy

Nigga, Nigga!!
Dayum.. I neva knew dis rap
Could 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 sayin' no (Nah!)
Started wit' a dream Martin Luther King
'Till tha Fed's came sayin' my fuckin' team (Huh!)
my game 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
have too many niggas ridin' wit' me then (Uh)
But now wanna ride in my Benz (Uhh!!)
Dis one nigga dat I called a friend of
He was really right there I didn't have a dime (Yeahh!)
But I stayed on tha grind, waited in tha
dat we'd both git rich in due time (Nigga!)
My blessin' and people started to listin
G-Unit now so I put him in posission (Owh!)
To ride wit' a nigga, and make his own
Can't give him tha world but hayell, I did I can
He got a lil' man dat he his artist (Yeah!)
I took him right in "Damn, let's start dis." (C'monn!)
Brought him 50 to show him what he got
He at me quickly 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 kicks in, now here we go
My homeboi like I owe a lil' mo'
Meanwhile dis tha 1st my album out (Okayye!)
Shit my own mama didn't have a house (Phureal!)
focused tha way I post dis
When tha lights on, you can see tha (Uh huh)
Shit got bad, my homeboi got mad
'Cause he losin' everythang dat he had (Aahh!)
to blame but who else, Guess who?
He started sendin' threats what he gon' 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 wit' and shit (C'monn)
Askin' The how did it come to dis (Why?!)
There he goes, right there with his toy
I'm all by myself, git dis ova
Dogg down on the whole crowd, 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 actin' fucked up now"
I'm like "Nawhh, niggas say you trynnah me."
still 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 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)
my homeboi "Ya mayn's an act up" (Nigga!!)
Weeks by, and we got back cool
First it's on 'em, then it's shame on you (You!)
'Cause these ol' dues dat i let back round (Okayye)
Doin' all kinds'a shit behind my now
Wanna sleep wit' tha to make some noise? (Aiight!)
But dis how it go in tha streets, you war witcha homeboi

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