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 think bullets and all these guns made for? (made for)
War! Bloody, bloody war! (war)
What you think these bullets and all these guns for?
(B.G.)
They made to with em (bust wit em,) they made to bang with em (bang with em,)
If you trippin, they made to out your brains with em.
They made to bust with em (bust wit em,) made to bang with 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 helicopters and duckin the feds,
for blood, ready for war, I'm wanting you dead.
I want that nigga to come shit, so I can get it back and go beat that bitch.
Teach that snitch, about that south; the place we woulda putta bullet in your mouth.
Take your doe, take your cash, and let the reaper come and take your ass,
Imma slow it down cause I'm goin to fast, Imma it down to fast.
This the time that 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, 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 come without that pistol, you in trouble.
I'd insult niggas, on a block got they're stash took,
The niggas who it turned around and got his ass busted.
I'm out here, half the time I sleep.
How sleep when I'm in the streets and I got beef.
On my block it's war; we 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.
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.
beg to the Lord to let me see another day.
A AK totter, 1st quarter, 50 through
Sweat on my palms, bomb ass weedwill me calm.
Strap on my arm, the streets is like 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 block and go take of my moms nigga.
(B.G.)
My mom of me, I'm in the game now.
I her momma dont trip, it's too late to change now.
Im on the block with it, I'm in the with it.
Wherever you catch me at I'm to bust with it.