Luyện nghe bài hát Warrior, Pt2

[Intro -


Banks!
Ha-ha!

[Verse 1 -
It's like a throne he don't even own
He won't sit down, give him a crown, he just it around
It's like a joke, like a king, but he don't do a thing
He don't want the diamonds, the gold, don't want the jewelry
He don't the fame. don't want the loot, he's in this for the sport
Running circles his competition on the court
He appreciates your support, but he begging for it
And you can love, it you can it, but you can't ignore it
You can't be that
But you can try to sell him
But you fuck with his last joint, or the one before it
And he was going to raise hell like them boys
And if I'm then you better come confront me for it

[Chorus - Nate
This is the story of a and now you know It
True warriors go ahead some noise
It ain't healthy to be niggas paranoid
Hit your corner my weapon I dont need my boys
I'm doing 120 in the lane
Kick back, relax, let me do my thing
Don't give a about you suckers gotta maintain
Money, power, and respect in this rap

[Verse 2 - Lloyd
He's straight out of a neighborhood niggas hate
They see you go, and eat dinner off a bigger plate
Thier ache while he's lounging in a big estate
And he hops in a hundred with a nigga's gate
with just a bigger gate, hounding him's a big mistake
He wont surrender, rather give up a rib to break
Because he remembers when they lend a helping hand
Till he was on green like a Celtic fan
Created a
Till where you got to his name
When you discussing the illest player that's in the
And he's riding with Em, 50 Cent, Doc and
G-Unit records, ain't no motherfucking stopping

[Verse 3 - 50
He's no magician, man the kid something out of nothing
So now niggas from his hood act like he owe them
They crazy till they send niggas in there to buck him
Ask him if a problem, and he'll say 'Nah, it's nothing'
He was going to help them out, but since they fronted, them
He don't how they feel, they can hate him or love him
He hold his own on his own, the kid is really
He's rich now, he ain't change, so niggas think he's
He bulletproof everything case try and buck him
two pistols on his hip, I show you where he tuck them
Niggas say they get at him, but they can't touch him
Try to them slipping, they creeping, he start busting

[Verse 4 - Nate
I can give you niggas you can talk about
I can turn your smile down
You ain't no G, you a fucking
I can your girl till I turn her out
Don't it in, let it all out
I can you fuckers something to be mad about
Invite her in her back out
With my DNA all in her