Luyện nghe bài hát War Witcha Homeboy

Nigga, Nigga!!
Dayum.. I knew dis rap shit
Could have a nigga beefin' wit his own homebois,
Shit up, but dis how it goes...

Came up (Yuh!), I did my
Dis is so real I sayin' no names (Nah!)
Started a dream like Martin Luther King
'Till tha Fed's came sayin' my whole fuckin' (Huh!)
my game up, started from tha bottom (Why?!)
My on tha way I don't need these problems (Aiight)
Find me a new job - I rap
So I got a new squad, got out tha trap
have too many niggas ridin' wit' me then (Uh)
But now everybody wanna ride in my (Uhh!!)
Dis one nigga dat I called a friend of
He was really there when I didn't have a dime (Yeahh!)
But I on tha grind, waited in tha line
Thinkin' dat we'd git rich in due time (Nigga!)
My blessin' came and started to listin
G-Unit now so I put him in posission (Owh!)
To ride wit' a nigga, and his own bread
Can't give him tha world but hayell, I did I can
He got a man dat he called his artist (Yeah!)
I took him in like "Damn, let's start dis." (C'monn!)
him round 50 to show him what he got
He at me quickly and said he was hot
We was on our way, to tha top
But my homeboi like his man need to drop (Uh ohh)
His frustration in, now here we go
My homeboi feelin' I owe a lil' mo'
Meanwhile dis tha 1st week my out (Okayye!)
my own damn mama didn't have a house (Phureal!)
Stay tha way I post dis
tha lights on, you can see tha roaches (Uh huh)
Shit got bad, my homeboi got mad
'Cause he started everythang dat he had (Aahh!)
Nobody to blame but who else, Guess
He started threats sayin' what he gon' do (Whudd!!)
Now I can't live dis beef stuff (Nah)
Dis ain't New York, my city ain't big
So I'm lookin' fo' my wit' guns and shit (C'monn)
Askin' The how did it come to dis (Why?!)
There he goes, right with his toy souljas
I'm all by myself, git dis ova
Dogg down on the whole crowd, don't nobody
my homeboi at, what he say he gon' do? (Huh!)
Outta nowhere, my homeboi his face (Aye!)
But one of his souljas a gun from his waist (Dayum!!)
I started to shoot, but I looked in his
And then i realized dat he wanned die
So back to my homeboi, Wussup now?!
He like "Damn Buck, you really fucked up now"
I'm like "Nawhh, niggas say you trynnah me."
Glock still out gittin' near me (Unh uh)
A car opens, and who do I see?!
My artist who was down wit' me
He "Put ya guns down, and put ya hands up" (What?!)
I wadn't thinkin' I fucked ya man up
up my strap, hopped in my 'Lac truck (C'monn)
Told my homeboi "Ya an act up" (Nigga!!)
Weeks went by, and we got back
First it's shame on 'em, then it's on you (You!)
'Cause same ol' dues dat i let back round (Okayye)
all kinds'a shit behind my back now
Wanna sleep wit' tha enemy to make noise? (Aiight!)
But dis how it go in tha streets, you war witcha homeboi

They smilin' in ya
All tha time wanna take ya place (Backstabbas.. Backstabbas..)
They in ya face
All tha time they wanna take ya (Backstabbas.. Backstabbas..)