Luyện nghe bài hát World War II

It's a World War Three,
wit me, nigga
My wit it, wit it, I&E, nigga
War Three nigga,
Fuckin' wit me,
My niggas wit it, wit it, WB

It's a War Three nigga, fuckin' wit Gotti boy
I'm bout to yo soul from yo body boy
I got that chopper boy, coming yo block boy
And you can't stop us boy, call the coppers boy
My wit it, wit it
Money, we get it, get it
I see my target, I hit it, hit it
Bullets got no name
Gotti ain't playin'
don't buss in the crowd, I see my mane in aim
Situations matter, put yo head on a platter
Catch the cut then bitch, I shed, born, and
Got on yo head, feel you ready, got on yo
You say you wit Gotti you livin' then you blessed
Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch this a
I ain't gone chill, until I get a
Fu-Fuck a institution, this a revolution
I ain't chill, until I get a execution

So you say you want to the law
What about when I break your
What about, when I come through hood, sideways in a Regal, me and my
People, stuntin' wit a
I say you want to think, you do that
You don't really to see me run through that
I'm screamin out Gotti, before I got him so why you "Who that?"
You say you want to out
But you don't to foul out
What the you thinkin' bout?
See you fuckin' wit a block burner, when get hot it melt, ain't no

how it turn out
I'm fame to the streets in a proper way
Represent I&E and every day
Yo Gotti, motherfucker, what the fuck you
My grill ain't real, my don't shine in your face
How many niggas had six figgas, besides
the rap game came, me and my niggas
Representin' down
Wit plat up in our
Shit, bricks, and chips is what I'm all
Say it
Rewind the shit, Play it again,?,?, again
Cause you wit a nigga, bring war again

I attention! (WHO?)
If you a I&E pay attention! (WHY?)
Cause it's some serious I'm bout to mention! (WHAT?)
Go and get that nigga, so I can him! (WHO?)
Don't ever my team and try to exit (BITCH)
That's like a Lexus and won't flex it (BITCH)
I you like the ice up in my bracelet (BITCH)
It's all about the sign around my (BITCH)
You (BITCH)
You had the
Now you do nothing, but panic
Like a hoe, wanting it rough, but you too
I'm the one writer
Who say that they
That's just like a fight, up out of a fighter
Trick, I'm ready for it, never 'noid, so
And with that shit you pull, you make me feel disrespected
a World War Three nigga, fuckin wit Gotti boy
I ain't no studio gangsta I bring the boy

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