Luyện nghe bài hát World War II

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

a World War Three nigga, fuckin' wit Gotti boy
I'm bout to yo soul 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 don't 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 wit Gotti you livin' then you blessed
Fu-Fuck a institution, this a revolution
I gone chill, until I get a execution
Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch this a
I ain't gone chill, I get a execution

So you say you want to 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 want to think, you do that
You don't really to see me run through that
I'm out Gotti, before I got him so why you screamin' "Who that?"
You say you to wild out
But you don't want to out
the fuck you thinkin' bout?
See you fuckin' wit a block burner, shit get hot it melt, ain't no

Tellin' how it 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 real, my shit don't shine in your face
How many niggas had six figgas, besides
Before the rap came, me and my niggas
Representin' south
Wit up in our mouth
Shit, bricks, and chips is what I'm all
Say it
Rewind the shit, Play it again,?,?, record
Cause you fuckin wit a nigga, war again

I attention! (WHO?)
If you a I&E pay attention! (WHY?)
Cause it's some serious shit I'm to mention! (WHAT?)
Go and get nigga, so I can lynch him! (WHO?)
ever join my team and try to exit (BITCH)
That's like having a Lexus and won't it (BITCH)
I know you the ice up in my bracelet (BITCH)
It's all about the sign 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 that they
That's just like a fight, up out of a fighter
Trick, I'm ready for it, never 'noid, so
And with that shit you pull, you make me feel disrespected
It's a World War Three nigga, fuckin wit boy
I ain't no studio I bring the drama boy

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