Luyện nghe bài hát World War II

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

It's a World War nigga, fuckin' wit Gotti boy
I'm bout to separate yo soul from yo boy
I got that chopper boy, coming 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'
Gotti don't in the crowd, I see my mane 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 you livin' then you blessed
a institution, bitch this a revolution
I ain't gone chill, I get a execution
Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch this a
I ain't chill, until I get a execution

So you say you to break the law
What about when I break your
about, when 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 out Gotti, before I got him so why you screamin' "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 block burner, when get hot it melt, ain't no

how it turn out
I'm bringin' fame to the in a proper way
I&E each and every day
Yo Gotti, motherfucker, the fuck you say?
My ain't real, my shit don't shine in your face
How many had six figgas, besides Jigga
the rap game came, me and my niggas
Representin' down
Wit up in our mouth
Shit, bricks, and chips is what I'm all
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 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 having a and won't flex it (BITCH)
I know you 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
Like a hoe, it rough, but you too romantic
I'm the one writer
Who say that they
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 feel
It's a War Three nigga, fuckin wit Gotti boy
I no studio gangsta I bring the drama boy

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