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 like Luther King
tha Fed's came sayin' my whole fuckin' team (Huh!)
Switched my game up, started from tha (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 ridin' wit' me then (Uh)
But now everybody wanna in my Benz (Uhh!!)
Dis one nigga dat I called a of mine
He was really right there I didn't have a dime (Yeahh!)
But I stayed on tha grind, in tha line
Thinkin' dat both git rich in due time (Nigga!)
My came and people started to listin
It's now so I put him in posission (Owh!)
To ride wit' a nigga, and his own bread
Can't give him tha world but hayell, I did I can
He got a lil' man dat he called his (Yeah!)
I took him right in "Damn, let's start dis." (C'monn!)
Brought him round 50 to show him he got
He at me quickly and said he was hot
We was on our way, to tha top
But my feel like his man need to drop (Uh ohh)
His frustration kicks in, now we go
My feelin' like I owe a lil' mo'
Meanwhile dis tha 1st my album out (Okayye!)
Shit my own damn mama didn't have a (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 started threats sayin' what he gon' do (Whudd!!)
Now I can't live around dis stuff (Nah)
Dis ain't New York, my city ain't big
So I'm lookin' fo' my homeboy wit' 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
my homeboi at, what 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 dat he didn't wanned die
So it's back to my homeboi, now?!
He "Damn Buck, you really actin' 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 wit' me
He "Put ya guns down, and put ya hands up" (What?!)
I wadn't thinkin' I fucked ya man up
up my strap, hopped 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 shame on you (You!)
'Cause these same ol' dues dat i let back (Okayye)
Doin' all shit behind my back now
Wanna sleep wit' tha enemy to 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 they take ya place (Backstabbas.. Backstabbas..)