Luyện nghe bài hát You Want War

Peep me out,
busting, black fatigues
So blunted, 400 degreez, it's
Nigga, me

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

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

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

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

Jam ya up and take arms off
I hit you with tha sawed-off
And your nigga just watch your fall off, fall off
You think ya love me, I shoot anybody that suspicious
(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 click a weak defensive line
fresh

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

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

We get our on, nigga, drink Cristy
Me and get head from meekos in Tennessee
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
me big stunter, big stick or big body
Call me that 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, couple of blunts and a
Let him know if he bad, that ain't my problem
(Let him if)
Let him know if he come at me bad, then chop him
Chop him, put tha to him

All of a sudden tha hits straight through him
'Cause I'm tha nigga, pimper boy, Lil' Wayne
Thugged out, pants fall to my strings
But I use ta be doing tha best at thangs

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