Luyện nghe bài hát World War II

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

It's a World War nigga, fuckin' wit Gotti boy
I'm bout to separate yo from yo body boy
I got that chopper boy, coming yo block 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
Gotti playin' games
don't buss in the crowd, I see my mane in aim
Situations don't matter, put yo on a platter
Catch the cut then bitch, I shed, born, and
Got on yo head, you ready, got on yo best?
You say you beefin' wit Gotti you livin' then you
a institution, bitch this a revolution
I ain't chill, until I get a execution
a institution, bitch this a revolution
I ain't chill, until I get a execution

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

Tellin' how it out
I'm bringin' fame to the 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 your
How many niggas had six figgas, besides
Before the rap came, me and my niggas
Representin' south
Wit plat up in our
Shit, bricks, and is what I'm all about
Say it
Rewind the shit, Play it again,?,?, again
Cause you fuckin wit a nigga, bring war

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

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