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 World War Three nigga, fuckin' wit boy
I'm to separate yo soul from yo body boy
I got that chopper boy, 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 playin' games
don't buss in the crowd, I see my mane in aim
Situations don't matter, put yo head on a
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' then you
Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch a revolution
I ain't gone chill, until I get a
Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch this a
I gone chill, until 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, stuntin' wit a
I say you to think, before you do that
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 want to out
But you don't want to out
What the fuck you thinkin'
See you fuckin' wit a block burner, shit get hot it melt, ain't no

how it turn out
I'm bringin' 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 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 I'm all about
Say it
Rewind the shit, Play it again,?,?, 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 nigga, so I can lynch him! (WHO?)
Don't ever join my and try to exit (BITCH)
That's having a Lexus and won't flex it (BITCH)
I know you like the ice up in my (BITCH)
It's all about the 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 that they
That's just like bringing a fight, up out of a
Trick, I'm ready for it, 'noid, so energetic
And with that slick shit you pull, you make me 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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