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?
Shit up, but dis how it goes...

Came up (Yuh!), I did my
Dis is so real I ain't no names (Nah!)
Started wit' a like Martin Luther King
'Till tha Fed's sayin' my whole fuckin' team (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 myself a new squad, got out tha
Didn't 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 when I didn't have a (Yeahh!)
But I stayed on tha grind, in tha line
Thinkin' dat both git rich in due time (Nigga!)
My blessin' came and people started to
It's G-Unit now so I put him in (Owh!)
To ride a nigga, and make his own bread
Can't give him tha world but hayell, I did I can
He got a man dat he called his artist (Yeah!)
I took him in like "Damn, let's start dis." (C'monn!)
Brought him round 50 to show him he got
He looked at me quickly and he was hot
We was on our way, to tha top
But my feel like his man need to drop (Uh ohh)
His kicks in, now here we go
My homeboi like I owe a lil' mo'
Meanwhile dis tha 1st week my 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 really got mad
'Cause he losin' everythang dat he had (Aahh!)
Nobody to but who else, Guess who?
He sendin' threats sayin' what he gon' do (Whudd!!)
Now I live around dis beef stuff (Nah)
Dis ain't New York, my city 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, don't move
Where my homeboi at, he say he gon' do? (Huh!)
Outta nowhere, my homeboi his face (Aye!)
But one of his souljas a gun from his waist (Dayum!!)
I started to shoot, but I in his eyes
And then i realized dat he didn't die
So it's back to my homeboi, now?!
He like "Damn Buck, you really actin' up now"
I'm "Nawhh, niggas say you trynnah kill me."
Glock out nobody 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 just ya man up
Picked up my strap, hopped in my 'Lac (C'monn)
Told my homeboi "Ya an act up" (Nigga!!)
Weeks by, and we got back cool
First shame on 'em, then it's shame on you (You!)
'Cause these ol' dues dat i let back round (Okayye)
Doin' all kinds'a shit my back now
Wanna 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 wanna take ya place (Backstabbas.. Backstabbas..)
They in ya face
All tha time they take ya place (Backstabbas.. Backstabbas..)