Luyện nghe bài hát World War II

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

It's a War Three nigga, fuckin' wit Gotti boy
I'm to separate yo soul from yo body boy
I got that chopper boy, through yo block boy
And you stop 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
Gotti ain't playin'
don't buss in the crowd, I see my mane in aim
Situations don't matter, put yo on a platter
Catch the cut then bitch, I shed, born, and
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 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 when I break jaw?
What about, when I come your hood, sideways in a Regal, me and my
People, stuntin' wit a
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 fuck you bout?
See you fuckin' wit a block burner, when 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, what the fuck you
My grill ain't real, my shit don't shine in face
How many niggas had six figgas, besides
the rap game came, me and my niggas
Representin' down
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?)
Cause it's serious shit I'm bout to mention! (WHAT?)
Go and get that nigga, so I can him! (WHO?)
ever 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 can't do nothing, but
Like a hoe, it rough, but you too romantic
I'm the number one
Who say they tighter?
That's just like bringing a fight, up out of a
Trick, I'm ready for it, never 'noid, so
And with that slick shit you pull, you make me disrespected
a World War Three nigga, fuckin wit Gotti boy
I ain't no studio I bring the drama boy

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