Luyện nghe bài hát World War III

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

It's a World War Three nigga, fuckin' wit boy
I'm bout to separate yo soul yo body boy
I got that boy, coming through yo block boy
And you can't stop us boy, betta call the 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 playin' games
Gotti buss in the crowd, I see my mane in aim
don't 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 wit Gotti you livin' then you blessed
Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch a revolution
I ain't chill, until I get a execution
a institution, bitch this a revolution
I gone chill, until I get a execution

So you say you want to the law
What about when I break jaw?
What about, when I come through hood, sideways 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 screamin out Gotti, before I got him so why you "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
how it turn out
I'm bringin' to the streets in a proper way
Represent I&E each and day
Yo Gotti, motherfucker, the fuck you say?
My grill ain't real, my shit shine 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 is what I'm all about
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 shit I'm bout to mention! (WHAT?)
Go and get that nigga, so I can him! (WHO?)
Don't ever join my and try to exit (BITCH)
That's having a Lexus and won't flex it (BITCH)
I know you 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, it rough, but you too romantic
I'm the one writer
Who say they tighter?
That's just like a fight, up out of a fighter
Trick, I'm ready for it, 'noid, so energetic
And with that slick shit you pull, you make me feel
It's a World War nigga, fuckin wit Gotti boy
I ain't no studio gangsta I the drama boy

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