Luyện nghe bài hát World War III

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

It's a World War 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 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 buss in the crowd, I see my mane in aim
Situations 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
a institution, bitch this a revolution
I ain't gone chill, until I get a
Fu-Fuck a institution, this a revolution
I gone chill, until I get a execution

So you say you to break the law
What about when I break your
What about, when I through your hood, sideways in a Regal, me and my
people, stuntin' wit a
I say you want to think, 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 to wild out
But you don't to foul out
What the you thinkin' bout?
See you fuckin' wit a burner, when shit get hot it melt, ain't no
tellin' how it 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 don't shine in your face
How many niggas had six figgas, Jigga
Before the rap game came, me and my
Representin' 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 some serious shit I'm bout to mention! (WHAT?)
Go and get that nigga, so I can him! (WHO?)
ever join my team and try to exit (BITCH)
That's having a Lexus and won't flex it (BITCH)
I you like the ice up in my bracelet (BITCH)
It's all about the sign my necklace (BITCH)
You (BITCH)
You had the
Now you do nothing, but panic
a hoe, wanting it rough, but you too romantic
I'm the number one
Who say they tighter?
That's like bringing 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
a World War Three nigga, fuckin wit Gotti boy
I ain't no gangsta I bring the drama boy

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