Luyện nghe bài hát You Want War

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

When you see tha left hand bugging, nigga, it
But if you see tha left 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 a damn change number
Uhh, up and try again
I ya, wake ya up and make you die again

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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