Luyện nghe bài hát You Want War

Peep me out,
busting, black fatigues
So blunted, 400 degreez, sweet
Nigga, me

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

It's a they recognize that I'm untamed, brotha
Disconnect a boy like a damn change
Uhh, up and try again
I ya, wake ya up and make you die again

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 give a Jean-Claude Van Damme

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 that you on

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

a crate of Cristal, couple of blunts and a condom
Let him know if he down bad, that my problem
(Let him if)
Let him know if he come at me bad, then 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, Lil'
out, pants fall to my shoe strings
But since I use ta be doing tha at thangs

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