Luyện nghe bài hát You Want War

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

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

It's a must they that I'm untamed, brotha
a boy like a damn change number
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, Lil' and Toolie, that's my man, fam
My don't give a Jean-Claude Van Damme

About'chu 'cause we don't play
Bring tha K around, spray tha town, 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 your nigga just watch head fall off, fall off
You think ya love me, I shoot anybody look suspicious
(What?)
I tha three-six 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 a tommy gun, what?
I'm standing there like all
Run your click like a weak defensive line
Doggy

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
your air, leave ya burning like heat
(Through air)

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

Think a game, 'rilla, test 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 Buck get head from in Tennessee
Betta ask somebody, nigga, I 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 with tha Role, fulla
Call me tha one Hot Boy on fire
Fire, when you shoot outta town, I'ma holler

With a crate of Cristal, of blunts and a condom
Let him know if he down bad, that ain't my
(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 straight through him
'Cause I'm tha same nigga, boy, Lil' Wayne
out, pants fall to my shoe strings
But since I use ta be tha best at thangs

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