Luyện nghe bài hát You Want War

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

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

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

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

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

Jam ya up and your arms off
I hit you with tha sawed-off
And your nigga watch your head fall off, fall off
You think ya me, I shoot anybody that look suspicious
(What?)
I bust tha three-six until tha 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 click like a weak defensive line
fresh

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

it's a game, 'rilla, test my nuts, you'll see
How fast I send shots through 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 get head from meekos in Tennessee
ask somebody, nigga, I been a G
And the still serving niggas for ten a ki, nigga

Look, me big baller, Big Tymer, big pockets
Call me big stunter, big stick or big
Call me that lil' nigga with tha Role, diamonds
Call me tha one Hot Boy on fire
Fire, when you shoot outta town, then holler

With a crate of Cristal, couple of blunts and a
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 tha thing hits straight through him
'Cause I'm tha same nigga, pimper boy, Lil'
Thugged out, pants fall to my shoe
But since I use ta be tha best at thangs

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