Luyện nghe bài hát You Want War

Peep me out,
Head busting, black
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
one to tha chest, I never 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 like a damn change
Uhh, hang up and try
I ya, wake ya up and make you die again

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

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 you talk 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 that 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 house with a tommy gun, what?
I'm there like all mine
Run your click like a weak defensive line
Doggy

You want war, nigga, let's beef,
We can do it how ya want or it to tha streets, streets
be dressed in camouflage, Ree's on my feet
Through your air, leave ya 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)

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

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

Look, call me big baller, Big Tymer, big
Call me big stunter, big stick or big
me that lil' nigga with tha Role, fulla diamonds
Call me tha number one Hot Boy on
Fire, when you outta town, then I'ma holler

With a of Cristal, couple of blunts and a condom
Let him if he down bad, that 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 straight him
I'm tha same nigga, pimper boy, Lil' Wayne
Thugged out, fall to my shoe strings
But since I use ta be doing tha at thangs

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