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 niggas wit it, wit it, WB

It's a World War Three nigga, fuckin' wit boy
I'm bout to separate yo from yo body boy
I got that chopper boy, coming through yo 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
Bullets got no name
Gotti playin' games
Gotti don't buss in the crowd, I see my in aim
Situations don't matter, put yo head on a
the cut then bitch, I shed, born, and rattle
Got on yo head, you ready, got on yo best?
You say you beefin' wit Gotti you livin' then you
Fu-Fuck a institution, this a revolution
I ain't gone chill, until I get a
Fu-Fuck a institution, this a revolution
I ain't gone chill, until I get a

So you say you want to the law
about when 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 want to think, before you do
You don't really to see me run through that
I'm screamin out Gotti, I got him so why you screamin' "Who that?"
You say you to wild out
But you don't want to 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
Represent I&E 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' south
Wit plat up in our
Shit, bricks, and chips is I'm all about
Say it
Rewind the shit, Play it again,???, ???, record
Cause you fuckin wit a nigga, bring war

I attention! (WHO?)
If you a I&E pay attention! (WHY?)
Cause it's some serious shit I'm to mention! (WHAT?)
Go and get nigga, so I can lynch him! (WHO?)
Don't ever join my team and try to (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 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 one writer
Who say they tighter?
That's like 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 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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