Luyện nghe bài hát War Ready

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

17 I was niggas 17
Ridin' clean, nigga in the Medellín
Bomber green, in thang, in the middle lane
Did some thangs for my which I can't explain
Versace slippers, 20 chains, I'm Dana Dane
Put a patch your eye, fuck with my petty change
Fuck you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga
Laid to rest by the one you thought was 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 mask when choppers talk

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

A coward a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one
21 gun out of the top of your drop top coupe
I know a lot of niggas hate to see this
Yeah I wish could see this
I'll fall for what I stand for
This year
We could today, blood, and die tonight, cous'

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

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

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

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