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 nigga, fuckin' wit Gotti boy
I'm bout to yo soul from yo body boy
I got that 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 ain't playin'
Gotti don't in the crowd, I see my mane in aim
Situations matter, put yo head on a platter
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 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 to break the law
What when I break your jaw?
What about, when I come your hood, sideways in a Regal, me and my
people, wit a Sod-Off
I say you want to think, you do that
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 to foul out
What the fuck you thinkin'
See you fuckin' wit a block burner, when shit get hot it melt, no
tellin' how it out
I'm bringin' fame to the streets in a way
Represent I&E and every day
Yo Gotti, motherfucker, what the you say?
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 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 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 having a Lexus and won't it (BITCH)
I you like the ice up in my bracelet (BITCH)
It's all about the sign my necklace (BITCH)
You (BITCH)
You had the
Now you do nothing, but panic
a hoe, wanting it rough, but you too romantic
I'm the one writer
Who say that they
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 feel
a World War Three nigga, fuckin wit Gotti boy
I ain't no studio I bring the drama boy

[Hook: until