Luyện nghe bài hát World War III

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

It's a World War Three nigga, wit Gotti boy
I'm bout to separate yo soul yo body boy
I got that boy, coming through yo block boy
And you can't us boy, betta 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
ain't playin' games
Gotti don't in the crowd, I see my mane in aim
Situations don't matter, put yo on a platter
Catch the cut bitch, I shed, born, and rattle
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 a revolution
I ain't chill, until I get a execution
Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch this a
I gone chill, until 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, wit a Sod-Off
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 don't want to out
What the fuck you thinkin'
See you fuckin' wit a block burner, shit get hot it melt, ain't no
how it turn out
I'm bringin' fame to the in a proper way
I&E each and every day
Yo Gotti, motherfucker, what the you say?
My ain't real, my shit don't shine in your face
How niggas had six figgas, besides Jigga
Before the rap game came, me and my
Representin' down
Wit up in our mouth
Shit, bricks, and is what I'm all about
Say it
Rewind the shit, Play it again,???, ???, record
Cause you wit a nigga, bring war again

I attention! (WHO?)
If you a I&E pay attention! (WHY?)
Cause it's some serious 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 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, wanting it rough, but you too
I'm the one writer
Who say that they
That's just bringing a fight, up out of a fighter
Trick, I'm ready for it, 'noid, so energetic
And that slick shit 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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