Luyện nghe bài hát World War II

It's a World War Three,
wit me, nigga
My wit it, wit it, I&E, nigga
World War nigga,
wit me, nigga
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 chopper boy, coming through yo block boy
And you can't stop us boy, betta 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
Gotti ain't playin'
Gotti don't buss in the crowd, I see my in aim
don't matter, put yo head on a platter
Catch the cut bitch, I shed, born, and rattle
Got on yo head, you ready, got on yo best?
You say you wit Gotti you livin' then you blessed
Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch this a
I gone chill, until I get a execution
Fu-Fuck a institution, this a revolution
I ain't gone chill, until I get a

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

Tellin' how it out
I'm fame 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 face
How many had six figgas, besides Jigga
the rap game 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, bring war

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 that nigga, so I can him! (WHO?)
ever join my team and try to exit (BITCH)
That's like having a Lexus and flex it (BITCH)
I you like the ice up in my bracelet (BITCH)
It's all about the sign around my (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 for it, never 'noid, so energetic
And with slick shit you pull, you make me feel disrespected
It's a War Three nigga, fuckin wit Gotti boy
I ain't no studio gangsta I the drama boy

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