Luyện nghe bài hát War Witcha Homeboy

Nigga, Nigga!!
Dayum.. I neva dis rap shit
have 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 a dream like Martin Luther King
'Till tha Fed's came my whole fuckin' team (Huh!)
Switched my 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 myself a new squad, got out tha
Didn't have too many niggas ridin' me then (Uh)
But now wanna ride in my Benz (Uhh!!)
Dis one nigga dat I called a of mine
He was really right there when I have a dime (Yeahh!)
But I on tha grind, waited in tha line
Thinkin' dat both git rich in due time (Nigga!)
My blessin' came and people to listin
G-Unit now so I put him in posission (Owh!)
To wit' a nigga, and make his own bread
Can't him tha world but hayell, I did what I can
He got a lil' man dat he his artist (Yeah!)
I took him in like "Damn, let's start dis." (C'monn!)
him round 50 to show him what he got
He looked at me and said he was hot
We was on our way, to tha top
But my homeboi feel like his man need to (Uh ohh)
His kicks in, now here we go
My homeboi feelin' like I owe a mo'
Meanwhile dis tha 1st week my out (Okayye!)
Shit my own damn mama didn't a house (Phureal!)
Stay tha way I post dis
When tha on, you can see tha roaches (Uh huh)
Shit got bad, my homeboi got mad
'Cause he losin' everythang dat he had (Aahh!)
Nobody to blame but who else, who?
He sendin' threats sayin' what he gon' do (Whudd!!)
Now I can't live dis beef stuff (Nah)
Dis New York, my city ain't big enough
So I'm lookin' fo' my homeboy guns and shit (C'monn)
Askin' The Lord how did it 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, nobody move
Where my at, what he say he gon' do? (Huh!)
nowhere, my homeboi show his face (Aye!)
But one of his souljas a gun from his waist (Dayum!!)
I started to shoot, but I looked in his
And then i realized dat he didn't die
So it's to my homeboi, Wussup now?!
He "Damn Buck, you really actin' fucked up now"
I'm like "Nawhh, niggas say you trynnah me."
still out nobody gittin' near me (Unh uh)
A car opens, and who do I see?!
My artist who was down wit' me
He holla "Put ya down, and put ya hands up" (What?!)
I wadn't thinkin' I just ya man up
Picked up my strap, in my 'Lac truck (C'monn)
Told my "Ya mayn's an act up" (Nigga!!)
Weeks went by, and we got back
it's shame on 'em, then it's shame on you (You!)
'Cause same ol' dues dat i let back round (Okayye)
Doin' all kinds'a shit behind my now
Wanna sleep tha enemy to make some noise? (Aiight!)
But dis how it go in tha streets, when you war homeboi

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