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 hand busting, nigga, 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 recognize that I'm untamed, brotha
a boy like a damn change number
Uhh, up and try again
I ya, wake ya up and make you die again

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

'cause we don't play around
Bring tha K around, tha town, take tha ground
tha ground that you walk on
Tap tha phones you talk on

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

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

What ya know, I'm tha one tha T.C.
Chopper shooter, block bruiser, 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 I send shots through your 6V
(6V)
Heads bust if ya think it's CMB
And I know you all about 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, me big baller, Big Tymer, big pockets
Call me big stunter, big stick or big
Call me that nigga with tha Role, fulla diamonds
me tha number one Hot Boy on fire
Fire, you shoot outta town, then I'ma holler

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 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 same nigga, pimper boy, Wayne
Thugged out, pants fall to my strings
But I use ta be doing tha best at thangs

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