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

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

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 don't give a Jean-Claude Van Damme

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

Jam ya up and take arms off
I hit you twice tha sawed-off
And your nigga just your head fall off, fall off
You think ya love me, I shoot that look suspicious
(What?)
I bust tha 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 standing there all mine
Run through your click like a weak defensive
fresh

You want war, nigga, let's beef,
We can do it how ya want or take it to tha streets,
I'll be dressed in camouflage, 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 can't you, killing 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 think it's CMB
And I know you all know Slim and B

We get our ball on, nigga, drink
Me and Buck get head meekos in Tennessee
ask somebody, nigga, I been 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 stick or big
Call me that lil' with tha Role, fulla diamonds
me tha number one Hot Boy on fire
Fire, when you outta town, then 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, I'ma chop him
him, put tha flame to him

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

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