Luyện nghe bài hát World War III

It's a World War Three,
wit me, nigga
My wit it, wit it, I&E, nigga
World War nigga,
wit me, nigga
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 chopper boy, coming yo block boy
And you can't stop us boy, call the coppers boy
My wit it, wit it
Money, we get it, get it
I see my target, I hit it, hit it
ain't got no name
Gotti ain't games
don't buss in the crowd, I see my mane in aim
Situations don't matter, put yo head on a
the cut then bitch, I shed, born, and rattle
Got on yo head, feel you ready, got on yo
You say you beefin' wit you livin' then you blessed
Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch this a
I gone chill, until I get a execution
Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch this a
I ain't gone chill, I get a execution

So you say you want to the law
What about I break your jaw?
What about, when I come through hood, sideways in a Regal, me and my
people, stuntin' wit a
I say you to think, before you do that
You don't really want to see me run that
I'm screamin out Gotti, I got him so why you screamin' "Who that?"
You say you want to out
But you want to foul out
the fuck you thinkin' bout?
See you wit a block burner, when shit get hot it melt, ain't no
tellin' how it out
I'm bringin' fame to the in a proper way
I&E each and every day
Yo Gotti, motherfucker, the fuck you say?
My grill ain't real, my don't shine in your face
How many niggas had six figgas, Jigga
the rap game came, me and my niggas
Representin' down
Wit up in our mouth
Shit, bricks, and is what I'm all about
Say it
the shit, Play it again,???, ???, record again
Cause you fuckin wit a nigga, bring war

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?)
ever join my team and try to exit (BITCH)
That's like having a and won't flex it (BITCH)
I know you like the ice up in my (BITCH)
It's all about the sign around my (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 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 gangsta I the drama boy

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