Luyện nghe bài hát You Want War

Peep me out,
Head busting, black
So blunted, 400 degreez, sweet
Nigga, me

When you see tha left bugging, nigga, respect it
But if you see tha left busting, nigga, you're disrespecting
Took one to tha chest, I never die, I'm tha brotha
Jump out and shoot Ks, let 'em fly, I'm tha brotha

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

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 niggas don't give a Jean-Claude Van

About'chu 'cause we don't around
Bring tha K around, spray tha town, take tha
Take tha ground you walk on
Tap tha phones that you on

Jam ya up and your arms off
I hit you twice with tha
And your just watch your head fall off, fall off
You think ya love me, I anybody that look suspicious
(What?)
I bust tha three-six 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 with a tommy gun,
I'm standing there all mine
Run through click like 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, on my feet
Through your air, leave ya burning 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 it's a game, 'rilla, test my nuts, see
How I send shots through your 6V
(6V)
Heads bust if ya really think CMB
And I you all know about Slim and B

We get our on, nigga, drink Cristy
Me and Buck get head from meekos in
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
Call me big stunter, big stick or big
Call me that lil' nigga tha Role, fulla diamonds
Call me tha number one Hot Boy on
Fire, when you shoot outta town, then holler

With a crate of Cristal, couple of and a condom
Let him know if he down bad, ain't my problem
(Let him if)
Let him if he come at me bad, then I'ma chop him
Chop him, put tha to him

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

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