Luyện nghe bài hát You Want War

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

you see tha left hand bugging, nigga, respect it
But if you see tha left busting, nigga, you're disrespecting
Took one to tha chest, I die, I'm tha same brotha
Jump out and shoot Ks, let 'em fly, I'm tha brotha

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

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

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

Jam ya up and take arms off
I hit you twice tha sawed-off
And your nigga just watch your head off, fall off
You ya love 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 house with a tommy gun, what?
I'm standing there like all
Run through your click like a weak defensive
fresh

You want war, nigga, beef, beef
We can do it how ya want or take it to tha streets,
I'll be dressed in camouflage, on my feet
Through your air, leave ya 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, your family
(Family)

it's a game, 'rilla, test my nuts, you'll see
How fast I send through your 6V
(6V)
bust if ya really think it's CMB
And I know you all 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 Baby still serving niggas for ten a ki,

Look, call me big baller, Big Tymer, big
me big stunter, big stick or big body
Call me lil' nigga with tha Role, fulla diamonds
Call me tha number one Hot Boy on
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, then 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 since I use ta be tha best at thangs

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