Luyện nghe bài hát Prepare War

i got oozis, and of plenty
I got gadgets and grenades
i make sure that im ready
And for war
I got ratchets, and Tec 9's, and
Automatics and galore
If you fuck with me make sure your
And for war

I got a heart 50, and a gun big as Biggie
Some old heads and some young niggas with me
Put a beam on a 12 gauge, buck, spread
I can aim for legs, and hit you in your head
Like a we sleep with our eyes open
We ride 4 deep and we no one
Heres the plan, soon as we shootin up ya man
We gonn' it there, and shoot start shootin up some heads
I dont know nothin but guns, i hold nothin but guns
I just I got a gun, all yall better run
Im on the edge, to go out like them niggas with
Do i said, i come to take the bumbaclot bread
Did you hear that, its death's in the air
When the wind starts and the moon light glare
Is you scared?, i can see the fear in eyes
When we open up the door, and we you by suprise

i got oozis, and of plenty
I got gadgets and galore
Everynight i make sure that im
And for war
I got ratchets, and Tec 9's, and
Automatics and galore
If you fuck with me sure your ready
And for war

2X]
Money, cars, and hoes
the way, a gangsta roll
I dont know what you've told
Where you been before, but how it goes

They say thats all i talk about is murder kill kill
But if i die today another still will
On the front line marchin, to the battle
With a hoody on and a pair of old Timbs
Ghetto sargent, i i see the target
I hit them up, but i dont know where they car went
The neighborhood love me, i buy they kids
And em all money, to keep em out my business, no witness

i got oozis, and AK's of
I got and grenades galore
Everynight i make that im ready
And for war
I got ratchets, and Tec 9's, and
Automatics and galore
If you fuck with me make your ready
And for war

[Bridge-Young 2x]
Get camolauge suits, and your combat boots
We aint going to iraq, we just pullin up and
life is what I want dawg, you can keep the loot
This is how the G's do, (salute)

Put the potatoe on the end of the
Make the quiet down
The block dont eat if a nigga not
a sniper, i keep my chopper low to the ground
Milatary minded, and im South now
Got my canteen filled up henessy nigga
A bullet broof vest, and my on spinners
Attention!!, you to enter a war zone
Why you come here homie you know its on

i got oozis, and of plenty
I got and grenades galore
Everynight i make sure im ready
And for war
I got ratchets, and Tec 9's, and
Automatics and shotguns
If you fuck with me sure your ready
And for war