Luyện nghe bài hát Bloody War

(David talking)
I I had my pistol.
Miggas, think the is a fad nigga.
I went and picked up my nigga B.G.
We gon this mug.
motherfucker!!!!

Bloody War! Bloody, war!
What you these bullets and all these guns made for? (made for)
Bloody War! Bloody, war! (war)
you think these bullets and all these guns made for?
(B.G.)
They made to bust with em (bust wit em,) they made to with em (bang with em,)
If you trippin, they to knock out your brains with em.
They made to with em (bust wit em,) they made to bang with em (bang with em,)
If you trippin, they made to knock out your with em.

1
(David Banner)
I'm you bitches,
With choppas, running from helicopters and the feds,
for blood, ready for war, I'm wanting you dead.
I want that to come that shit, so I can get it back and go beat that bitch.
Teach that snitch, about that south; the place where we woulda bullet in your mouth.
Take your doe, take cash, and let the grim reaper come and take your ass,
Imma slow it down cause I'm goin to fast, Imma it down to fast.
This the last time that I'm gonna remind you niggas, Imma cock back and put a hot in you niggas.
That's ten shots, ten pops from a fucking glock, I peace, but now my piece is clearing out the block.
Knock, Knock. Who is it? Bitch, call me Ban.
The man with a to put your ass in some land.
Bitch!!!

2
(B.G.)
Nigga, I'm from,
All we do is and hustle,
If you slippin without that pistol, you in trouble.
I'd insult niggas, on a block got they're stash took,
The who took it turned around and got his ass busted.
I'm out here, half the time I sleep.
How Imma sleep I'm in the streets and I got beef.
On my it's war; we live like we in Pakistan,
I got the mac in my pants, and I got in my hands.
I it how you want it; I take it how it come.
They say you by the gun, and you die by the gun
I a little soldier; I been a little beast.
I'm even wilder, I got Soldier livin through me.

3
(David Banner)
When I pray, I dont know to say.
Just beg to the Lord to let me see day.
A AK totter, 1st quarter, 50 through
Sweat on my palms, ass weedwill keep me calm.
Strap on my arm, the streets is feeling Vietnam,
Murdering Uncle Toms, I'm crunk I'm Lil' John
Imma wizard waving a wand, bodies up in my palm
If you me flex, hit the block and go take care of my moms nigga.
(B.G.)
My mom of me, I'm in the game now.
I tell her momma dont trip, it's too late to now.
Im on the block with it, I'm in the club it.
you catch me at I'm ready to bust with it.