Luyện nghe bài hát World War III

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

It's a World War Three nigga, fuckin' wit boy
I'm bout to yo soul from yo body boy
I got chopper 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
don't matter, put yo head on a platter
Catch the cut then bitch, I shed, born, and
Got on yo head, feel you ready, got on yo
You say you beefin' wit Gotti you livin' then you
Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch this a
I ain't gone chill, I get a execution
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 when I break 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 to wild out
But you want to foul out
What the you thinkin' bout?
See you fuckin' wit a block burner, when get hot it melt, ain't no
how it turn out
I'm bringin' fame to the 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, besides
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, 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 that nigga, so I can him! (WHO?)
Don't ever my team and try to exit (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 the sign around my necklace (BITCH)
You (BITCH)
You had the
Now you do nothing, but panic
Like a hoe, it rough, but you too romantic
I'm the number one
Who say that tighter?
That's just like bringing a fight, up out of a
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 no studio gangsta I bring the drama boy

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