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,
wit me, nigga
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 that chopper boy, coming through yo boy
And you can't stop us boy, betta 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 playin'
Gotti don't 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 wit Gotti you livin' then you blessed
Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch this a
I ain't chill, until I get a execution
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, I come through your hood, sideways in a Regal, me and my
people, wit a Sod-Off
I say you want to think, you do that
You don't 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 burner, when shit get hot it melt, ain't no
how it turn out
I'm bringin' to the streets in a proper way
I&E each and every day
Yo Gotti, motherfucker, the fuck you say?
My ain't real, my shit don't shine in your face
How niggas had six figgas, besides Jigga
Before the rap game came, me and my
Representin' south
Wit plat up in our
Shit, bricks, and chips is I'm all about
Say it
Rewind the shit, Play it again,???, ???, again
you fuckin wit a nigga, bring war again

I attention! (WHO?)
If you a I&E pay attention! (WHY?)
Cause some serious shit I'm bout to mention! (WHAT?)
Go and get nigga, so I can lynch him! (WHO?)
Don't ever my team and try to exit (BITCH)
That's like a Lexus and won't flex it (BITCH)
I know you the ice up in my bracelet (BITCH)
It's all the sign around my necklace (BITCH)
You (BITCH)
You had the
Now you can't do nothing, but
Like a hoe, wanting it rough, but you too
I'm the one writer
Who say they tighter?
That's just bringing a fight, up out of a fighter
Trick, I'm for it, never 'noid, so energetic
And with that slick shit you pull, you make me disrespected
It's a World War nigga, fuckin wit Gotti boy
I ain't no studio I bring the drama boy

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