Luyện nghe bài hát World War III

It's a World War Three,
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 War Three nigga, fuckin' wit Gotti boy
I'm bout to separate yo soul from yo 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
Gotti ain't playin'
Gotti don't buss in the crowd, I see my in aim
Situations don't matter, put yo head on a
Catch the cut bitch, I shed, born, and rattle
Got on yo head, feel you ready, got on yo
You say you beefin' wit Gotti you livin' you blessed
Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch a revolution
I ain't chill, until I get a execution
Fu-Fuck a institution, this a revolution
I ain't chill, until I get a execution

So you say you to break the law
about 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 to think, before you do that
You don't really 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 don't want to 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 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 shit shine in your face
How many niggas had six figgas, besides
Before the rap 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,???, ???, again
Cause you fuckin wit a nigga, bring war

I attention! (WHO?)
If you a I&E pay attention! (WHY?)
Cause it's serious shit I'm bout to mention! (WHAT?)
Go and get that nigga, so I can him! (WHO?)
Don't ever join my team and try to (BITCH)
That's like having a Lexus and flex it (BITCH)
I know you 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
Like a hoe, it rough, but you too romantic
I'm the number one
Who say that they
That's just like a fight, up out of a fighter
Trick, I'm ready for it, never 'noid, so
And with that slick shit you pull, you make me feel
It's a World War Three nigga, fuckin wit boy
I ain't no studio gangsta I the drama boy

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