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 niggas wit it, wit it, WB

It's a War Three nigga, fuckin' wit Gotti boy
I'm bout to yo soul from yo body boy
I got that chopper boy, coming through yo 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 ain't got no
ain't playin' games
Gotti don't buss in the crowd, I see my in aim
Situations don't matter, put yo on a platter
Catch the cut 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
Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch a revolution
I ain't gone chill, I get a execution
Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch a revolution
I gone chill, until I get a execution

So you say you want to the law
What when I break your jaw?
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 don't really want to see me run that
I'm screamin out Gotti, before I got him so why you "Who that?"
You say you to wild out
But you want to foul out
the fuck 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, what the fuck you
My grill ain't real, my shit don't shine in your
How niggas had six figgas, besides Jigga
Before the rap came, me and my niggas
Representin' south
Wit up in our mouth
Shit, bricks, and is what I'm all about
Say it
Rewind the shit, Play it again,???, ???, again
Cause you wit a nigga, bring war again

I attention! (WHO?)
If you a I&E pay attention! (WHY?)
Cause it's serious shit I'm bout to mention! (WHAT?)
Go and get that nigga, so I can him! (WHO?)
Don't join my team and try to exit (BITCH)
That's having a Lexus and won't flex it (BITCH)
I you like 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 one writer
Who say that tighter?
That's just like a fight, up out of a fighter
Trick, I'm ready for it, 'noid, so energetic
And with that slick shit you pull, you make me disrespected
a World War Three nigga, fuckin wit Gotti boy
I ain't no gangsta I bring the drama boy

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