Luyện nghe bài hát War Witcha Homeboy

Nigga, Nigga!!
Dayum.. I neva knew dis rap
Could have a nigga wit his own homebois, ya'know?
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 dream like Martin Luther
'Till tha Fed's came sayin' my whole fuckin' (Huh!)
Switched my game up, from tha bottom (Why?!)
My on tha way I don't need these 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 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 in due time (Nigga!)
My blessin' came and people to listin
G-Unit now so I put him in posission (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 lil' man dat he called his (Yeah!)
I took him right in "Damn, let's start dis." (C'monn!)
Brought him round 50 to him what he got
He looked at me and said he was hot
We was on our way, to tha top
But my feel like his man need to drop (Uh ohh)
His frustration kicks in, now we go
My feelin' like I owe a lil' mo'
Meanwhile dis tha 1st my album out (Okayye!)
Shit my own damn mama have a house (Phureal!)
Stay focused tha way I dis
When tha lights on, you can see tha (Uh huh)
Shit got bad, my homeboi got mad
'Cause he started losin' dat he had (Aahh!)
Nobody to blame but who else, Guess
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 fo' my homeboy wit' guns and shit (C'monn)
Askin' The 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 homeboi show his (Aye!)
But one of his souljas pull a gun his waist (Dayum!!)
I started to shoot, but I looked in his
And then i realized dat he wanned 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 still out nobody gittin' 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 wadn't 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!!)
went by, and we got back cool
First shame on 'em, then it's shame on you (You!)
'Cause these same ol' dues dat i let round (Okayye)
all kinds'a shit behind my back now
Wanna wit' tha enemy to make some noise? (Aiight!)
But dis how it go in tha streets, when you war witcha

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