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 that chopper boy, coming yo block boy
And you can't stop us boy, betta call the 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
don't matter, put yo head on a platter
Catch the cut then bitch, I shed, born, and
Got on yo head, feel you ready, got on yo
You say you beefin' wit Gotti you livin' you blessed
Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch this a
I gone chill, until I get a execution
a institution, bitch this a revolution
I ain't gone chill, I get a execution

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

how it turn out
I'm fame to the streets in a proper way
I&E each and every day
Yo Gotti, motherfucker, what the you say?
My grill ain't real, my shit shine in your face
How many niggas had six figgas, Jigga
Before the rap game came, me and my
Representin' south
Wit plat up in our
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 some serious shit I'm bout to mention! (WHAT?)
Go and get that nigga, so I can him! (WHO?)
Don't join my team and try to exit (BITCH)
That's like a Lexus and won't flex it (BITCH)
I know you like the ice up in my (BITCH)
all about the sign around 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 bringing a fight, up out of a fighter
Trick, I'm ready for it, 'noid, so energetic
And with that slick shit you pull, you me feel disrespected
It's a World War Three nigga, wit Gotti boy
I ain't no studio gangsta I bring the boy

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