Luyện nghe bài hát World War II

It's a World War Three,
Fuckin' wit me,
My wit it, wit it, I&E, nigga
War Three 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, 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 got no name
ain't playin' games
Gotti don't in the crowd, I see my mane in aim
Situations don't matter, put yo head on a
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' then you
Fu-Fuck a institution, this a revolution
I ain't gone chill, until I get a
Fu-Fuck a institution, this a revolution
I ain't gone chill, 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, wit a Sod-Off
I say you want to think, before you do
You don't really want to see me run that
I'm out Gotti, before I got him so why you screamin' "Who that?"
You say you to wild out
But you want to foul out
What the 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 streets in a way
Represent I&E each and day
Yo Gotti, motherfucker, the fuck you say?
My grill ain't real, my don't shine in your face
How niggas had six figgas, besides Jigga
Before the rap came, me and my niggas
down south
Wit up in our mouth
Shit, bricks, and chips is what I'm all
Say it
the shit, Play it again,?,?, record again
Cause you fuckin wit a nigga, war again

I attention! (WHO?)
If you a I&E pay attention! (WHY?)
Cause it's serious shit I'm bout to mention! (WHAT?)
Go and get that nigga, so I can him! (WHO?)
Don't ever join my team and try to (BITCH)
That's having a Lexus and won't flex it (BITCH)
I know you the ice up in my bracelet (BITCH)
It's all about the around 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 that 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 you pull, you make me feel disrespected
It's a War Three nigga, fuckin wit Gotti boy
I ain't no studio gangsta I bring the boy

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