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 hand busting, nigga, you're
one to tha chest, I never die, I'm tha same brotha
Jump out and Ks, let 'em fly, I'm tha same brotha

a must 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 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

'cause we don't play around
Bring tha K around, spray tha town, take tha
tha ground that you walk on
Tap tha that you talk on

Jam ya up and your arms off
I hit you twice tha sawed-off
And your nigga just watch head fall off, fall off
You think ya love me, I shoot 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 all mine
Run through your click a weak defensive line
Doggy

You want war, nigga, beef, beef
We can do it how ya or take it to tha streets, streets
I'll be dressed in camouflage, on my feet
Through air, leave ya burning 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 shots through your 6V
(6V)
Heads bust if ya really think CMB
And I know you all know about 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 still serving niggas for ten a ki, nigga

Look, call me big baller, Big Tymer, big
Call me big stunter, big or big body
Call me that lil' with 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, of blunts and a condom
Let him know if he bad, that ain't my problem
(Let him if)
Let him know if he at me bad, then I'ma chop him
Chop him, put tha to him

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

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