Luyện nghe bài hát You Want War

Peep me out,
busting, black fatigues
So blunted, 400 degreez, it's
Nigga, me

When you see tha hand bugging, nigga, respect it
But if you see tha hand busting, nigga, you're disrespecting
one to tha chest, I never die, I'm tha same brotha
Jump out and shoot Ks, let 'em fly, I'm tha brotha

a must they recognize that I'm untamed, brotha
Disconnect a boy like a change number
Uhh, hang up and try
I kill ya, wake ya up and make you die

Spark it up and make a nigga block fry
Go ta and do life, not five ta ten
Me, Mario and Toolie, that's my man, fam
My niggas don't give a Jean-Claude Van

About'chu 'cause we don't around
tha K around, spray tha town, take tha ground
Take tha that you walk on
Tap tha phones you talk on

Jam ya up and take your off
I hit you with tha sawed-off
And your nigga watch your head fall off, fall off
You think ya me, I shoot anybody that look suspicious
(What?)
I bust tha three-six until tha damn bust
(What?)

I hit tha hood, be up in all
(I hit tha hood, be in all black)
nut
I run up in house with a tommy gun, what?
I'm standing there all mine
Run through click like a weak defensive line
fresh

You want war, nigga, let's beef,
We can do it how ya want or take it to tha streets,
I'll be in camouflage, Ree's on my feet
your air, leave ya burning like heat
(Through air)

What ya know, I'm tha one tha T.C.
Chopper shooter, bruiser, I'll bet any G
(Any G)
On fire, nigga, label, a HB
And if I can't kill you, your family
(Family)

Think a game, 'rilla, test my nuts, you'll see
How fast I send through your 6V
(6V)
Heads bust if ya think it's CMB
And I you all know about Slim and B

We get our ball on, nigga, Cristy
Me and Buck get head meekos in Tennessee
ask somebody, nigga, I been a G
And the still serving niggas for ten a ki, nigga

Look, me big baller, Big Tymer, big pockets
Call me big stunter, big stick or big
Call me that nigga with tha Role, fulla diamonds
Call me tha one Hot Boy on fire
Fire, when you outta town, then I'ma holler

With a of Cristal, couple of blunts and a condom
Let him know if he down bad, that ain't my
(Let him if)
Let him if he come at me bad, then I'ma chop him
him, put tha flame to him

All of a sudden tha thing hits through him
'Cause I'm tha same nigga, pimper boy, Lil'
Thugged out, pants fall to my shoe
But since I use ta be tha best at thangs

That I gotta wear a vest that day
I really think them niggas jealous of tha sparkle in my
He ain't ready, he ain't