Luyện nghe bài hát World War II

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

It's a World War Three nigga, wit Gotti boy
I'm bout to separate yo from yo body boy
I got that chopper boy, coming through yo boy
And you can't 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
ain't got no name
Gotti ain't games
Gotti don't buss in the crowd, I see my in aim
don't matter, put yo head on a platter
Catch the cut bitch, I shed, born, and rattle
Got on yo head, you ready, got on yo best?
You say you beefin' wit Gotti you livin' you blessed
Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch a revolution
I ain't gone chill, until I get a
Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch this a
I gone chill, until I get a execution

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

Tellin' how it 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 real, my shit don't shine in your face
How many had six figgas, besides Jigga
Before the rap game came, me and my
Representin' south
Wit up in our mouth
Shit, bricks, and is what I'm all about
Say it
Rewind the shit, Play it again,?,?, record
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 nigga, so I can lynch him! (WHO?)
Don't ever join my team and try to (BITCH)
That's like having a Lexus and flex it (BITCH)
I know you like the ice up in my (BITCH)
It's all about the sign around my (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 like bringing a fight, up out of a fighter
Trick, I'm ready for it, 'noid, so energetic
And with that slick shit you pull, you me feel disrespected
a World War Three nigga, fuckin wit Gotti boy
I ain't no studio I bring the drama boy

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