Luyện nghe bài hát World War III

It's a War Three, nigga
Fuckin' wit me,
My wit it, wit it, I&E, nigga
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 boy, coming through 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 playin'
Gotti don't buss in the crowd, I see my 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 beefin' wit Gotti you livin' you blessed
Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch this a
I ain't gone chill, until I get a
a institution, bitch this a revolution
I gone 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 through your hood, in a Regal, me and my
people, wit a Sod-Off
I say you to think, before you do that
You really want to see me run through that
I'm out Gotti, before I got him so why you screamin' "Who that?"
You say you want to out
But you want to foul out
What the you thinkin' bout?
See you fuckin' wit a block burner, when get hot it melt, ain't no
tellin' how it out
I'm fame to the streets in a proper way
Represent I&E each and day
Yo Gotti, motherfucker, what the you say?
My grill ain't real, my don't shine in your face
How many niggas had six figgas, Jigga
Before the rap game came, me and my
Representin' south
Wit plat up in our
Shit, bricks, and is what I'm all about
Say it
the shit, Play 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 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 having a Lexus and won't flex it (BITCH)
I know you like the ice up in my (BITCH)
It's all about the sign my necklace (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 number one
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 you pull, you make me feel disrespected
It's a World War Three nigga, fuckin wit boy
I no studio gangsta I bring the drama boy

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