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 left hand bugging, nigga, it
But if you see tha left busting, nigga, you're disrespecting
Took one to tha chest, I never die, I'm tha same
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 number
Uhh, up and try again
I kill ya, wake ya up and you die again

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

About'chu 'cause we play around
Bring tha K around, spray tha town, tha ground
Take tha ground that you on
Tap tha that you talk on

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

You war, nigga, let's 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 your air, leave ya burning like
(Through air)

ya know, I'm tha one from 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, your family
(Family)

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

We get our on, nigga, drink Cristy
Me and Buck get head from meekos in
ask somebody, nigga, I been a G
And the Baby still niggas for ten a ki, nigga

Look, me big baller, Big Tymer, big pockets
Call me big stunter, big or big body
Call me that nigga with tha Role, fulla diamonds
me tha number one Hot Boy on fire
Fire, when you shoot outta town, then I'ma

With a crate of Cristal, couple of and a condom
Let him know if he down bad, that 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 sudden tha thing straight through him
'Cause I'm tha same nigga, pimper boy, Lil'
out, pants fall 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 niggas jealous of tha sparkle in my
He ready, he ain't ready