Luyện nghe bài hát War Witcha Homeboy

Nigga, Nigga!!
Dayum.. I knew dis rap shit
Could have a nigga beefin' wit his own homebois,
fucked up, but dis how it goes...

Came up (Yuh!), I did my
Dis is so real I sayin' no names (Nah!)
Started wit' a dream like Martin Luther
'Till tha Fed's came sayin' my fuckin' team (Huh!)
Switched my game up, started from tha (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
Didn't have too many niggas wit' me then (Uh)
But now everybody wanna ride in my (Uhh!!)
Dis one nigga dat I called a of mine
He was really right there I didn't have a dime (Yeahh!)
But I stayed on tha grind, in tha line
Thinkin' dat we'd both git rich in due (Nigga!)
My blessin' came and people to listin
It's G-Unit now so I put him in (Owh!)
To ride wit' a nigga, and his own bread
give him tha world but hayell, I did what I can
He got a man dat he called his artist (Yeah!)
I took him right in like "Damn, let's 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 need to (Uh ohh)
His kicks in, now here we go
My homeboi feelin' I owe a lil' mo'
Meanwhile dis tha 1st my album out (Okayye!)
Shit my own damn 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 homeboi got mad
he started 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 live dis beef stuff (Nah)
Dis ain't New York, my 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 with his toy souljas
I'm all by myself, git dis ova
Dogg on the whole crowd, don't nobody move
Where my homeboi at, he say he gon' do? (Huh!)
nowhere, my homeboi show his face (Aye!)
But one of his souljas pull a gun from his (Dayum!!)
I started to shoot, but I looked in his
And then i dat he didn't wanned die
So it's to my homeboi, Wussup now?!
He "Damn Buck, you really actin' fucked up now"
I'm "Nawhh, niggas say you trynnah kill me."
Glock still out nobody near me (Unh uh)
A car opens, and who do I see?!
My homeboi artist who was down me
He holla "Put ya guns down, and put ya up" (What?!)
I thinkin' I just fucked ya man up
up my strap, hopped in my 'Lac truck (C'monn)
Told my "Ya mayn's an act up" (Nigga!!)
Weeks went by, and we got cool
it's shame on 'em, then it's shame on you (You!)
'Cause same ol' dues dat i let back round (Okayye)
Doin' all shit behind my back now
Wanna sleep wit' tha to make some noise? (Aiight!)
But dis how it go in tha streets, when you war homeboi

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