Luyện nghe bài hát Bloody War

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

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

1
(David Banner)
I'm you bitches,
With choppas, from helicopters and duckin the feds,
thirsting for blood, ready for war, I'm you dead.
I want that nigga to come that shit, so I can get it back and go that bitch.
Teach that snitch, about that south; the place where we putta bullet in your mouth.
Take your doe, take cash, and let the grim reaper come and take your ass,
slow it down cause I'm goin to fast, Imma slow it down to fast.
This the last time that I'm gonna remind you niggas, Imma back and put a hot dime in you niggas.
ten shots, ten pops from a fucking glock, I wanted peace, but now my piece is clearing out the block.
Knock, Knock. Who is it? Bitch, me David Ban.
The man with a plan to put 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 niggas, on a block that got they're stash took,
The niggas who took it turned 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 block it's we live like we in Pakistan,
I got the mac in my pants, and I got in my hands.
I give it how you it; I take it how it come.
say you live 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 Slim through me.

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