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 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

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

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

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

Jam ya up and your arms off
I hit you twice with tha
And your nigga just watch head fall off, fall off
You think ya love me, I shoot anybody that look
(What?)
I bust tha until 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 house with a gun, what?
I'm standing there all mine
Run through 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 your air, leave ya 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, killing your
(Family)

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

We get our ball on, nigga, drink
Me and Buck get head from meekos in
ask somebody, nigga, I been a G
And the Baby 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 lil' nigga tha Role, fulla diamonds
me tha number one Hot Boy on fire
Fire, you shoot outta town, then I'ma holler

With a crate of Cristal, couple of and a condom
Let him if he down bad, that ain't my problem
(Let him if)
Let him know if he 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 nigga, pimper boy, Lil' Wayne
out, pants fall to my shoe strings
But I use ta be doing tha best at thangs

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