Luyện nghe bài hát World War III

It's a War Three, nigga
Fuckin' wit me,
My niggas wit it, wit it, I&E,
World War nigga,
Fuckin' wit me,
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 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 playin' games
Gotti 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' you blessed
a institution, bitch this a revolution
I ain't chill, until I get a execution
Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch a revolution
I ain't chill, until I get a execution

So you say you to break the law
What about when I break 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 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 want to out
What the you thinkin' bout?
See you wit a block burner, when shit get hot it melt, ain't no
how it turn out
I'm bringin' fame to the in a proper way
Represent I&E each and day
Yo Gotti, motherfucker, the fuck you say?
My grill real, my shit don't shine in your face
How many niggas had six figgas, besides
Before the rap 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, bring war

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?)
Don't 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)
all about the sign around my necklace (BITCH)
You (BITCH)
You had the
Now you do nothing, but panic
Like a hoe, it rough, but you too romantic
I'm the number one
Who say that tighter?
That's like bringing a fight, up out of a fighter
Trick, I'm ready for it, 'noid, so energetic
And that slick shit you pull, you make me feel disrespected
It's a World War Three nigga, fuckin wit boy
I no studio gangsta I bring the drama boy

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