Luyện nghe bài hát World War III

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

It's a World War Three nigga, fuckin' wit 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, 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 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 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 livin' you blessed
Fu-Fuck a institution, this a revolution
I ain't gone chill, I get a execution
Fu-Fuck a institution, this a revolution
I gone chill, until I get a execution

So you say you to break the law
What about when I break your
about, when I come through your hood, sideways in a Regal, me and my
people, wit a Sod-Off
I say you want to think, before you do
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 fuck you thinkin'
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 streets in a way
Represent I&E and every day
Yo Gotti, motherfucker, what the fuck you
My grill ain't real, my shit don't in your face
How many had six figgas, besides Jigga
Before the rap came, me and my niggas
down south
Wit up in our mouth
Shit, bricks, and chips is what I'm all
Say it
Rewind the shit, it again,???, ???, record 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 nigga, so I can lynch him! (WHO?)
Don't join my team and try to exit (BITCH)
That's like having a Lexus and won't it (BITCH)
I you like the ice up in my bracelet (BITCH)
It's all about the 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 number one
Who say that tighter?
That's just bringing a fight, up out of a fighter
Trick, I'm ready for it, 'noid, so energetic
And with that slick you pull, you make me feel disrespected
It's a World War Three nigga, fuckin wit boy
I ain't no studio I bring the drama boy

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