Luyện nghe bài hát World War III

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

It's a War Three nigga, fuckin' wit Gotti boy
I'm bout to separate yo soul from yo boy
I got that chopper boy, coming through yo 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
ain't playin' games
Gotti 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, you ready, got on yo best?
You say you beefin' wit you livin' then you blessed
Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch a revolution
I ain't gone chill, until I get a
Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch this a
I ain't gone chill, until I get a

So you say you to break the law
What about I break your jaw?
What about, I come through your hood, sideways in a Regal, me and my
people, stuntin' wit a
I say you want to think, before you do
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 to wild out
But you want to foul out
the fuck you thinkin' bout?
See you fuckin' wit a block burner, 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 each and day
Yo Gotti, motherfucker, what the you say?
My grill ain't real, my don't shine in your face
How niggas had six figgas, besides Jigga
the rap game came, me and my niggas
Representin' south
Wit plat up in our
Shit, bricks, and chips is what I'm all
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 serious I'm bout to mention! (WHAT?)
Go and get nigga, so I can lynch him! (WHO?)
ever join my team and try to exit (BITCH)
That's like having a and won't flex it (BITCH)
I you like the ice up in my bracelet (BITCH)
It's all the sign around my necklace (BITCH)
You (BITCH)
You had the
Now you do nothing, but panic
Like a hoe, wanting it rough, but you too
I'm the one writer
Who say they tighter?
That's just bringing a fight, up out of a fighter
Trick, I'm for it, never 'noid, so energetic
And with that shit you pull, you make me feel disrespected
It's a World War Three nigga, fuckin wit boy
I ain't no studio gangsta I the drama boy

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