Luyện nghe bài hát War Ready

War
You got shooters, got shooters
We got
do what them other niggas can't do though
uh
Uh got a thousand guns, nigga
And if is power nigga, I got millions of power nigga
Fuck me nigga, huh?

17 I was niggas 17
Ridin' clean, youngest in the Medellín
Bomber green, in that thang, in the lane
Did some thangs for my which I can't explain
Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana
Put a patch over your eye, with my petty change
Fuck you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga
Laid to rest by the one you was workin' with yah
War ready, the game wanna take my life
War ready, pussy boy we all could die
War ready, cash above the law
War ready, gas when them choppers talk

Killas on front when you're war ready
Chopper shoot a thousand rounds you're war ready
Just another mama when you're war ready
Just another homicide 'cause we war
Killas on the front line when war ready
shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready
Just another cryin' cause we're war ready
Just another when you're war ready
War, war, war

A coward dies a deaths, a real nigga dies but one
21 gun salute out of the top of drop top coupe
I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see
Yeah I wish Shake could see
never fall for what I stand for
This year
We could live today, blood, and die tonight,

Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50
You just poppin' 'til you you can't pop 'em no more
We came through the block and sold many color drops
And mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more
War ready nigga put some change on your
right, fuck around, clear my safe out
I got a few digi scales and a couple
And you right, this a safe house
me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga
Be his pallbearer, so I can carry nigga
you gonna hit him with the Glock or the chop?
Look I wouldn't give a fuck if they sharin' that nigga
You mothafuckas out here talkin'
'Bout what mothafucka said
Yeah I got FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'
I ain't out to mothafuckin' play
Why these fuck always cryin' 'bout somethin'?
Either you're like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'
Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's in my sleeve
Like that timid or shy about somethin'
Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga up that weed
Gotta strapped to live the life I lead
Start own alphabet with all them G's
Open up a hundred with all them keys
we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun
Missed his date, now my nigga on the run
Big shit poppin' in his like a lighter
Shit bag leave a nigga in a diaper
out the Rolls, on your mark, get set
Let it go, yeah hold that steady
When that ritalin get to and them drums get to bussin'
I hope you pussy niggas war ready

Killas on front line when war ready
Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war
Just another mama when you're war ready
Just another homicide we war ready

in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier
Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him and rollin'
Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my nigga
Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love,
Shout out to dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga
I could die a times, will never die a fuck nigga
Shoutout to my city, too, my clip a 62
Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to Coupe
and quinine
Cut that a thousand times
Phone call he need a brick
I text him back, "Come in line"
You out of town so I had to wack your bitch
Never back, pussy boy, go die a bitch

Killas on front when you're war ready
Chopper shoot a thousand when you're war ready
Just another mama cryin' when war ready
Just another homicide cause we war
Killas on the front line when war ready
Chopper shoot a thousand when you're war ready
Just another mama cryin' cause war ready
another homicide when you're war ready
War, war, war