Luyện nghe bài hát You Want War

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

When you see tha left 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 shoot Ks, let 'em fly, I'm tha brotha

It's a must they that I'm untamed, brotha
Disconnect a boy a damn change number
Uhh, hang up and try
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' Mario and Toolie, my man, fam
My niggas don't give a Jean-Claude Van

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

Jam ya up and take your off
I hit you twice with tha
And nigga just watch your head fall off, fall off
You ya love me, I shoot anybody 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 your house a tommy gun, what?
I'm standing like all mine
Run through your click like a weak line
Doggy

You want war, nigga, beef, beef
We can do it how ya or take it to tha streets, streets
I'll be dressed in camouflage, on my feet
your air, leave ya burning like heat
(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 can't kill you, your family
(Family)

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

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

Look, me big baller, Big Tymer, big pockets
me big stunter, big stick or big body
Call me that lil' nigga with tha Role, fulla
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 at me bad, then I'ma chop him
him, put tha flame to him

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

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