Luyện nghe bài hát War Witcha Homeboy

Nigga, Nigga!!
Dayum.. I knew dis rap shit
Could have a nigga 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 a dream like Martin Luther King
'Till tha Fed's sayin' my whole fuckin' team (Huh!)
my game up, started from tha bottom (Why?!)
My Daughter on tha way I don't these problems (Aiight)
Find me a new job - I 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 of mine
He was right there when 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' came and people to listin
It's now so I put him in posission (Owh!)
To wit' a nigga, and make 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!)
him round 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 feel like his man need to drop (Uh ohh)
His frustration kicks in, now we go
My homeboi like I owe a lil' mo'
dis tha 1st week my album out (Okayye!)
Shit my own mama didn't have a house (Phureal!)
Stay tha way I post dis
When tha lights on, you can see tha (Uh huh)
Shit got bad, my really got mad
'Cause he 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 city ain't big
So I'm lookin' fo' my homeboy wit' 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 move
Where my homeboi at, he say he gon' do? (Huh!)
Outta nowhere, my homeboi show his (Aye!)
But one of his souljas pull a gun his waist (Dayum!!)
I started to shoot, but I in his eyes
And i realized dat he didn't wanned die
So back to my homeboi, Wussup now?!
He like "Damn Buck, you really actin' 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 homeboi artist who was down me
He holla "Put ya down, and put ya hands up" (What?!)
I thinkin' I just fucked ya man up
Picked up my strap, hopped in my truck (C'monn)
Told my "Ya mayn's an act up" (Nigga!!)
Weeks went by, and we got back
First shame on 'em, then it's shame on you (You!)
'Cause these same ol' dat i let back round (Okayye)
Doin' all shit behind my back now
Wanna sleep wit' tha enemy to make some (Aiight!)
But dis how it go in tha streets, you war witcha homeboi

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