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 wit it, wit it, WB bitch

a World War Three nigga, fuckin' wit Gotti boy
I'm bout to yo soul from 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
ain't playin' games
Gotti buss in the crowd, I see my mane in aim
Situations don't matter, put yo 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 you livin' then you blessed
Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch this a
I gone chill, until 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
about when I break your jaw?
What about, when I come through 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 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 fuck you thinkin'
See you fuckin' wit a block burner, when get hot it melt, ain't 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 you say?
My grill ain't real, my don't shine in your face
How niggas had six figgas, besides Jigga
Before the rap game came, me and my
Representin' south
Wit plat up in our
Shit, bricks, and chips is I'm all about
Say it
the shit, Play it again,???, ???, record again
Cause you fuckin wit a nigga, bring war

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 join my team and try to exit (BITCH)
like having a Lexus and won't flex it (BITCH)
I know you like the ice up in my (BITCH)
all about the sign around my necklace (BITCH)
You (BITCH)
You had the
Now you can't do nothing, but
Like a hoe, 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 ready for it, never 'noid, so
And with that shit you pull, you make me feel disrespected
It's a World War Three nigga, fuckin wit boy
I no studio gangsta I bring the drama boy

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