Luyện nghe bài hát World War II

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

It's a World War nigga, fuckin' wit Gotti boy
I'm bout to separate yo soul yo body boy
I got that chopper boy, through yo block boy
And you can't stop us boy, betta call the 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 don't matter, put yo head on a
the cut then bitch, I shed, born, and rattle
Got on yo head, you ready, got on yo best?
You say you beefin' wit Gotti you then you blessed
a institution, bitch this a revolution
I ain't chill, until I get a execution
Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch this a
I ain't gone chill, until I get a

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

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

I attention! (WHO?)
If you a I&E pay attention! (WHY?)
Cause it's serious shit I'm bout to mention! (WHAT?)
Go and get that nigga, so I can him! (WHO?)
Don't join my team and try to exit (BITCH)
like having a Lexus and won't flex it (BITCH)
I know you the ice up in my bracelet (BITCH)
It's all the sign around my necklace (BITCH)
You (BITCH)
You had the
Now you do nothing, but panic
a hoe, wanting it rough, but you too romantic
I'm the one writer
Who say that they
That's just like bringing a fight, up out of a
Trick, I'm ready for it, 'noid, so energetic
And with that slick you pull, you make me feel disrespected
It's a World War Three nigga, fuckin wit boy
I ain't no studio gangsta I the drama boy

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