Luyện nghe bài hát World War II

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

a World War Three nigga, fuckin' wit Gotti boy
I'm bout to separate yo soul from yo boy
I got chopper boy, coming through yo block boy
And you can't stop us boy, 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 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
the cut then bitch, I shed, born, and rattle
Got on yo head, feel you ready, got on yo
You say you beefin' wit Gotti you then you blessed
a institution, bitch this a revolution
I ain't 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 when I break your jaw?
about, when I come through your hood, sideways in a Regal, me and my
People, stuntin' wit a
I say you want to think, before you do
You don't really to see me run through that
I'm screamin out Gotti, 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, shit get hot it melt, ain't no

Tellin' how it out
I'm fame to the streets in a proper way
Represent I&E each and day
Yo Gotti, motherfucker, what the fuck you
My ain't real, my shit don't shine in your face
How niggas 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,?,?, again
Cause you fuckin wit a nigga, 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 that nigga, so I can him! (WHO?)
Don't ever join my team and try to (BITCH)
That's having a Lexus 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
a hoe, wanting it rough, but you too romantic
I'm the one writer
Who say that they
just like bringing a fight, up out of a fighter
Trick, I'm ready for it, never 'noid, so
And with slick shit you pull, you make me feel disrespected
a World War Three nigga, fuckin wit Gotti boy
I ain't no studio I bring the drama boy

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