Luyện nghe bài hát World War III

It's a War Three, nigga
Fuckin' wit me,
My niggas wit it, wit it, I&E,
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 separate yo soul yo body boy
I got chopper boy, coming through yo block boy
And you stop 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 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' then you
Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch a revolution
I ain't gone chill, I get a execution
Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch a revolution
I gone chill, until I get a execution

So you say you want to the law
What about when I your jaw?
What about, when I through your hood, sideways in a Regal, me and my
people, stuntin' wit a
I say you to think, before you do that
You don't really want to see me run through
I'm screamin out Gotti, before I got him so why you "Who that?"
You say you to wild out
But you don't to foul out
What the fuck you bout?
See you fuckin' wit a burner, when shit get hot it melt, ain't no
how it turn out
I'm bringin' fame to the streets in a way
Represent I&E and every day
Yo Gotti, motherfucker, the fuck you say?
My grill real, my shit don't shine in your face
How many niggas had six figgas, Jigga
the rap game came, me and my niggas
Representin' south
Wit up in our mouth
Shit, bricks, and chips is I'm all about
Say it
Rewind the shit, Play it again,???, ???, record
Cause you fuckin wit a nigga, bring war

I attention! (WHO?)
If you a I&E pay attention! (WHY?)
Cause it's some shit I'm bout to mention! (WHAT?)
Go and get nigga, so I can lynch him! (WHO?)
Don't ever join my team and try to (BITCH)
like having a Lexus and won't flex it (BITCH)
I know you like the ice up in my (BITCH)
It's all about the sign around my (BITCH)
You (BITCH)
You had the
Now you can't do nothing, but
a hoe, wanting it rough, but you too romantic
I'm the number one
Who say that they
That's like bringing a fight, up out of a fighter
Trick, I'm for it, never 'noid, so energetic
And with that slick shit you pull, you make me disrespected
It's a War Three nigga, fuckin wit Gotti boy
I ain't no studio I bring the drama boy

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