Luyện nghe bài hát World War II

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

It's a World War nigga, fuckin' wit Gotti boy
I'm to separate yo soul from yo body boy
I got chopper boy, coming 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
ain't got no name
Gotti ain't games
Gotti don't buss in the crowd, I see my in aim
Situations matter, put yo head 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, this a revolution
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 to break the law
What about 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 screamin out Gotti, 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 block burner, shit get hot it melt, ain't no

Tellin' how it out
I'm bringin' fame to the in a proper way
Represent I&E 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
the rap game came, me and my niggas
Representin' south
Wit up in our mouth
Shit, bricks, and is what I'm all about
Say it
Rewind the shit, it again,?,?, record again
Cause you wit a nigga, bring war again

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?)
Don't ever join my team and try to (BITCH)
That's like a Lexus and won't flex it (BITCH)
I know you the ice up in my bracelet (BITCH)
It's all the sign around my necklace (BITCH)
You (BITCH)
You had the
Now you can't do nothing, but
Like a hoe, wanting it rough, but you too
I'm the one writer
Who say they tighter?
That's just like a fight, up out of a fighter
Trick, I'm for it, never 'noid, so energetic
And with that slick shit you pull, you make me disrespected
It's a World War Three nigga, fuckin wit boy
I no studio gangsta I bring the drama boy

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