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 wit it, wit it, WB bitch

It's a War Three nigga, fuckin' 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
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 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 Gotti you livin' you blessed
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 want to the law
What about when I 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, before you do
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
What the fuck you thinkin'
See you fuckin' wit a block burner, when shit get hot it melt, no

Tellin' how it out
I'm bringin' fame to the in a proper way
Represent I&E each and day
Yo Gotti, motherfucker, the fuck you say?
My ain't real, my shit don't shine in your face
How niggas had six figgas, besides Jigga
the rap game came, me and my niggas
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 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 join my team and try to exit (BITCH)
That's having a Lexus and won't flex it (BITCH)
I you like the ice up in my bracelet (BITCH)
It's all about the sign my necklace (BITCH)
You (BITCH)
You had the
Now you do nothing, but panic
Like a hoe, it rough, but you too romantic
I'm the number one
Who say they tighter?
That's like bringing a fight, up out of a fighter
Trick, I'm for it, never 'noid, so energetic
And with that shit you pull, you make me feel disrespected
It's a World War Three nigga, wit Gotti boy
I ain't no studio I bring the drama boy

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