Luyện nghe bài hát World War II

It's a War Three, nigga
Fuckin' wit me,
My wit it, wit it, I&E, nigga
World War nigga,
wit me, nigga
My wit it, wit it, WB bitch

It's a World War Three nigga, fuckin' wit boy
I'm bout to separate yo soul yo body boy
I got that chopper boy, coming through yo boy
And you stop us boy, betta call the coppers boy
My wit it, wit it
Money, we get it, get it
I see my target, I hit it, hit it
Bullets ain't got no
ain't playin' games
Gotti don't buss in the crowd, I see my in aim
Situations don't matter, put yo head on a
the cut then bitch, I shed, born, and rattle
Got on yo head, you ready, got on yo best?
You say you beefin' wit Gotti you livin' then you
Fu-Fuck a institution, this a revolution
I gone chill, until I get a execution
Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch a revolution
I ain't gone chill, I get a execution

So you say you to break the law
What when I break your jaw?
What about, when I come through hood, sideways in a Regal, me and my
People, wit a Sod-Off
I say you want to think, you do that
You don't really want to see me run through
I'm out Gotti, before I got him so why you screamin' "Who that?"
You say you want to out
But you want to foul out
What the you thinkin' bout?
See you fuckin' wit a burner, when shit get hot it melt, ain't no

how it turn out
I'm fame to the streets in a proper way
Represent I&E and every day
Yo Gotti, motherfucker, the fuck you say?
My grill ain't real, my shit don't shine in face
How many niggas had six figgas, Jigga
Before the rap game came, me and my
Representin' south
Wit plat up in our
Shit, bricks, and is what I'm all about
Say it
Rewind the shit, it again,?,?, record again
Cause you wit a nigga, bring war again

I attention! (WHO?)
If you a I&E pay attention! (WHY?)
Cause it's some serious I'm bout to mention! (WHAT?)
Go and get nigga, so I can lynch him! (WHO?)
Don't join my team and try to exit (BITCH)
That's like having a Lexus and flex it (BITCH)
I know you the ice up in my bracelet (BITCH)
all about the sign around my necklace (BITCH)
You (BITCH)
You had the
Now you can't do nothing, but
a hoe, wanting it rough, but you too romantic
I'm the one writer
Who say they tighter?
That's just bringing a fight, up out of a fighter
Trick, I'm for it, never 'noid, so energetic
And with that slick shit you pull, you make me disrespected
It's a War Three nigga, fuckin wit Gotti boy
I ain't no gangsta I bring the drama boy

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