Luyện nghe bài hát World War III

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

It's a World War Three nigga, wit Gotti boy
I'm bout to separate yo soul from yo boy
I got that chopper boy, coming 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
Gotti ain't playin'
Gotti don't in the crowd, I see my mane in aim
Situations don't matter, put yo on a platter
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 chill, until I get a execution
a institution, bitch this a revolution
I gone chill, until I get a execution

So you say you to break the law
What when I break your jaw?
What about, I come through your hood, sideways in a Regal, me and my
people, wit a Sod-Off
I say you want to think, you do that
You don't really 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 don't to foul out
What the fuck you bout?
See you fuckin' wit a block burner, when shit get hot it melt, no
tellin' how it out
I'm fame to the streets in a proper way
Represent I&E each and day
Yo Gotti, motherfucker, what the fuck you
My grill real, my shit don't shine in your face
How many niggas had six figgas, besides
Before the rap game came, me and my
Representin' down
Wit plat up in our
Shit, bricks, and chips is what I'm all
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?)
it's some serious shit I'm bout to mention! (WHAT?)
Go and get nigga, so I can lynch him! (WHO?)
Don't ever join my and try to exit (BITCH)
That's like a Lexus 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 just bringing a fight, up out of a fighter
Trick, I'm for it, never 'noid, so energetic
And with slick shit you pull, you make me feel disrespected
It's a War Three nigga, fuckin wit Gotti boy
I no studio gangsta I bring the drama boy

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