Luyện nghe bài hát War Witcha Homeboy

Nigga, Nigga!!
Dayum.. I neva 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!)
wit' a dream 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 these problems (Aiight)
Find me a new job - I rap
So I got myself a new squad, got out tha
Didn't have too many niggas wit' me then (Uh)
But now everybody 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 on tha grind, waited in tha line
Thinkin' dat we'd both git rich in due (Nigga!)
My blessin' came and started to listin
G-Unit now so I put him in posission (Owh!)
To ride wit' a nigga, and his own bread
give him tha world but hayell, I did what I can
He got a lil' man dat he his artist (Yeah!)
I took him right in like "Damn, 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 homeboi feel like his man to drop (Uh ohh)
His frustration in, now here we go
My feelin' like I owe a lil' mo'
dis tha 1st week my album out (Okayye!)
Shit my own damn mama didn't a house (Phureal!)
Stay focused tha way I dis
When tha on, you can see tha roaches (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 sendin' threats sayin' what he gon' do (Whudd!!)
Now I can't live around dis beef (Nah)
Dis ain't New York, my ain't big enough
So I'm lookin' fo' my wit' guns and shit (C'monn)
Askin' The Lord how did it 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 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 then i dat he didn't wanned die
So it's to my homeboi, Wussup now?!
He like "Damn Buck, you really fucked up now"
I'm "Nawhh, niggas say you trynnah kill me."
Glock still out nobody gittin' me (Unh uh)
A car opens, and who do I see?!
My artist who was down 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, hopped in my 'Lac (C'monn)
Told my homeboi "Ya an act up" (Nigga!!)
Weeks went by, and we got back
First it's shame on 'em, then it's on you (You!)
'Cause same ol' dues dat i let back round (Okayye)
Doin' all kinds'a shit behind my now
Wanna sleep wit' tha enemy to make noise? (Aiight!)
But dis how it go in tha streets, when you war witcha

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