Luyện nghe bài hát War

[Intro: Rell]
Yea sound like a movie right here
Well fuck it, go the soundtrack!
& Gunsmoke! DIPSET!

[Hell
Now...
If we was playing pro-ball, every game I'd be on 'em
Step on my competition, yeah I'm standing on them
I ran up on 'em, pussy have his hammer on him
pulled the on 'em, blammed it on 'em, 'til I jammed it on 'em
I got some A-rab's me with coke
And we on the phone we be speaking in some codes
A is an ounce, a kufi is a brick
Tell him I need 5 kufis, and me on the strip
I know "Stafalla", but I'm tryna cop some cars
Run up in the that's popping and cop the bar
And everything I hear is to me
You where I be faggot, bring the drama to me
I'm Presidential nigga, Bush'll pay to me
I'm in alot of work man acknowledge a G....
Yes, yes, a G I am, holla if you some grams
I'm off by myself I don't need no Cam
I don't you Jim, Juelz I got these niggaz
I don't care if they small or some stocky
I just grace 'em then erase 'em, I forgot niggaz....
What they name again?....What claim again?
Yeah these faggots hated, cause I'm rappers favorite
You so I got you assasinated
'em up, bang bang, bullets in his Red Monkey's
Thought he was a Nah, he a dead monkey

2X: Cam'Ron]
WE BIG TECS (TECS!)
CASHIN' BIG (CH-CHING!)
NIGGA'S TALKING RIGHT?....I AIN'T HEARD YET! (NOPE!)
WE'LL THE DUDE FLOODED, AND HIS BITCH WET (WET)
AND THE GO....."LOOK DAD DIPSET!"

DIIIIPSET!
If this was football, I'd be scoring (TOUCHDOOOWN!)
It's the circus though, I see some tough (clowns)
I need you Rell (nope), nor Duke Da God (no Duke)
No 40 or J.R, I go hard (stupid hard!)
What you dealing pops? How you 'ock? (how you feel?)
My come up, walls spin, ceiling drop (DROP!)

Not the crib that's the car when I or not (not a house)
a partition....bath, bar, kitchen
Yeah, pa' shittin (shitting), say y'all didn't (YES WE DID!)
Every car driven....yeah from living (hard living)
Hang with Mariah, the night with Vivica
Every tabloid asking Cam "what you did with her"? (did her?)
friends dog, "word to eveerything"?
YES, word to everything now focus on heavy bling
Eat at Reyo's....Fettucini, Spaghetti
Cheddy heavy so fuck being some king (fuck all that)
Can't be nice Can't be arrogant
I stab a over ice, "Nancy Kerrigan"
Slash Tonya Harding, see the mobbing
You don't like us We got ya momma boppin' (true)
She like Amy Fisher, "don't the Range be bigger"? (usually)
That's a baby car you can't game me nigga
My Royce a quarter mill, chain a a mill
Earrings 3 quarter mill, you ought to chill