Luyện nghe bài hát World War II

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

It's a World War Three nigga, wit Gotti boy
I'm to separate yo soul from yo body boy
I got that chopper boy, 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
Bullets got no name
Gotti ain't 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, feel you ready, got on yo
You say you beefin' wit Gotti you then you blessed
Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch a revolution
I ain't gone chill, I get a execution
Fu-Fuck a institution, this a revolution
I ain't gone chill, I get a execution

So you say you want to the law
What about when I break your
What about, when I come through your hood, in a Regal, me and my
People, wit a Sod-Off
I say you want to think, before you do
You really want 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 to foul out
What the you thinkin' bout?
See you fuckin' wit a block burner, when get hot it melt, ain't no

Tellin' how it 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 grill ain't real, my shit don't in your face
How many had six figgas, besides Jigga
the rap game came, me and my niggas
Representin' down
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 wit a nigga, bring war again

I attention! (WHO?)
If you a I&E pay attention! (WHY?)
Cause it's some serious I'm bout to mention! (WHAT?)
Go and get nigga, so I can lynch him! (WHO?)
ever join my team and try to exit (BITCH)
That's like having a Lexus and 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 do nothing, but panic
a hoe, wanting it rough, but you too romantic
I'm the one writer
Who say they tighter?
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 me feel disrespected
It's a World War nigga, fuckin wit Gotti boy
I ain't no studio gangsta I bring the boy

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