Luyện nghe bài hát World War III

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

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, coming yo block boy
And you can't stop us boy, betta call the 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 don't buss in the crowd, I see my in aim
Situations matter, put yo head on a platter
the cut then bitch, I shed, born, and rattle
Got on yo head, feel you ready, got on yo
You say you wit Gotti you livin' then you blessed
Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch this a
I ain't gone chill, until I get a
a institution, bitch this a revolution
I ain't chill, until I get a execution

So you say you want to the law
What about when I your jaw?
What about, when I come through hood, sideways in a Regal, me and my
people, stuntin' wit a
I say you want to think, you do that
You don't really want to see me run through
I'm screamin out Gotti, I got him so why you screamin' "Who that?"
You say you want to out
But you don't to foul out
the fuck 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 and every day
Yo Gotti, motherfucker, what the you say?
My grill ain't real, my shit don't shine in your
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, 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 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 the ice up in my bracelet (BITCH)
It's all about the sign 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 one writer
Who say that tighter?
That's like bringing a fight, up out of a fighter
Trick, I'm ready for it, never 'noid, so
And with that shit you pull, you make me feel disrespected
It's a World War Three nigga, fuckin wit boy
I ain't no gangsta I bring the drama boy

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