Luyện nghe bài hát War Witcha Homeboy

Nigga, Nigga!!
Dayum.. I knew 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 real I ain't sayin' no (Nah!)
Started wit' a dream like Martin Luther
'Till tha Fed's came sayin' my whole fuckin' (Huh!)
Switched my game up, from tha bottom (Why?!)
My Daughter on tha way I don't need 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 everybody wanna in my Benz (Uhh!!)
Dis one nigga dat I called a friend of
He was really right when I didn't have a dime (Yeahh!)
But I on tha grind, waited in tha line
dat we'd 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 wit' a nigga, and make his own bread
Can't give him tha but hayell, I did what I can
He got a man dat he called his artist (Yeah!)
I took him right in "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 feel like his man need to drop (Uh ohh)
His frustration in, now here we go
My homeboi 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 tha way I post 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 what he gon' do (Whudd!!)
Now I can't live dis beef stuff (Nah)
Dis ain't New York, my city big enough
So I'm lookin' fo' my homeboy wit' guns and (C'monn)
Askin' The how did it come to dis (Why?!)
There he goes, right with his toy souljas
I'm all by myself, git dis ova
Dogg down on the whole crowd, don't move
Where my at, what 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 then i realized dat he wanned die
So it's back to my homeboi, now?!
He like "Damn Buck, you really actin' up now"
I'm like "Nawhh, say you trynnah kill me."
Glock still out nobody gittin' me (Unh uh)
A car opens, and who do I see?!
My homeboi artist who was wit' me
He holla "Put ya 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 by, and we got back cool
First it's shame on 'em, it's shame on you (You!)
'Cause these same ol' dues dat i let round (Okayye)
Doin' all kinds'a behind my back now
sleep wit' tha enemy to make some noise? (Aiight!)
But dis how it go in tha streets, you war witcha homeboi

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