Luyện nghe bài hát World War II

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

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

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

how it turn out
I'm bringin' to the streets in a proper way
Represent I&E each and day
Yo Gotti, motherfucker, what the fuck you
My grill ain't real, my shit don't shine in your
How many had six figgas, besides 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
the shit, Play 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 shit I'm bout to mention! (WHAT?)
Go and get that nigga, so I can him! (WHO?)
Don't join my team and try to exit (BITCH)
That's like a Lexus and won't 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 do nothing, but panic
Like a hoe, wanting it rough, but you too
I'm the number one
Who say that tighter?
That's just like a fight, up out of a fighter
Trick, I'm ready for it, never 'noid, so
And with that slick shit you pull, you make me feel
It's a World War nigga, fuckin wit Gotti boy
I ain't no gangsta I bring the drama boy

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