Luyện nghe bài hát Bloody War

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

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

1
(David Banner)
I'm you bitches,
With choppas, running from helicopters and 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 woulda putta bullet in mouth.
Take your doe, take your cash, and let the grim reaper come and your ass,
Imma slow it down I'm goin to fast, Imma slow it down to fast.
This the last time I'm gonna remind you niggas, Imma cock back and put a hot dime in you niggas.
That's ten shots, ten pops from a fucking glock, I wanted peace, but now my is clearing out the block.
Knock, Knock. Who is it? Bitch, call me Ban.
The man a plan to put your ass in some land.
Bitch!!!

2
(B.G.)
Nigga, I'm from,
All we do is and hustle,
If you come without that pistol, you in trouble.
I'd insult niggas, on a block that got they're took,
The niggas who took it turned and got his ass busted.
I'm out here, the time I dont sleep.
How Imma sleep when I'm in the and I got beef.
On my block it's war; we live 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 Slim through me.

3
(David Banner)
When I pray, I dont what to say.
beg to the Lord to let me see another day.
A AK totter, 1st quarter, 50 *****
Sweat on my palms, bomb ass weedwill me calm.
Strap on my arm, the streets is feeling Vietnam,
Murdering Toms, I'm crunk like I'm Lil' John
Imma wizard waving a wand, your up in my palm
If you kill me flex, hit the 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 it, I'm in the club with it.
Wherever you catch me at I'm to bust with it.