Luyện nghe bài hát War Witcha Homeboy

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

Came up (Yuh!), I did my
Dis is so real I sayin' no names (Nah!)
Started wit' a like Martin Luther King
'Till tha Fed's came sayin' my whole team (Huh!)
Switched my game up, started from tha (Why?!)
My Daughter on tha way I don't these problems (Aiight)
me a new job - I wanna rap
So I got a new squad, got out tha trap
Didn't have too niggas ridin' wit' me then (Uh)
But now everybody wanna ride in my (Uhh!!)
Dis one nigga dat I a friend of mine
He was really right when I didn't have a dime (Yeahh!)
But I on tha grind, waited in tha line
Thinkin' dat we'd both git in due time (Nigga!)
My blessin' came and people to listin
It's now so I put him in posission (Owh!)
To wit' a nigga, and make his own bread
give him tha world but hayell, I did what I can
He got a lil' man dat he called his (Yeah!)
I took him in like "Damn, let's start dis." (C'monn!)
Brought him round 50 to him what 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 feelin' like I owe a mo'
Meanwhile dis tha 1st week my 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)
got bad, my homeboi really got mad
'Cause he started everythang dat he had (Aahh!)
Nobody to blame but who else, who?
He started sendin' threats what he gon' 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 wit' guns and (C'monn)
The Lord 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, nobody move
my homeboi at, what he say he gon' do? (Huh!)
Outta nowhere, my show his face (Aye!)
But one of his souljas pull a gun his waist (Dayum!!)
I to shoot, but I looked 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 like "Nawhh, say you trynnah kill me."
Glock 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 guns down, and put ya up" (What?!)
I wadn't I just fucked ya man up
Picked up my strap, hopped in my truck (C'monn)
my homeboi "Ya mayn's an act up" (Nigga!!)
Weeks went by, and we got cool
First it's shame on 'em, then it's on you (You!)
'Cause these same ol' dat i let back round (Okayye)
Doin' all kinds'a behind my back now
Wanna sleep wit' tha enemy to make some (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..)
smilin' in ya face
All tha time wanna take ya place (Backstabbas.. Backstabbas..)