Luyện nghe bài hát World War III

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

a World War Three nigga, fuckin' wit Gotti boy
I'm bout to separate yo from yo body boy
I got that boy, coming through yo block boy
And you stop us boy, betta call the coppers boy
My wit it, wit it
Money, we get it, get it
I see my target, I hit it, hit it
ain't 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 on a platter
the cut then bitch, I shed, born, and rattle
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 gone chill, until I get a execution

So you say you want to the law
What about when I break your
What about, I come through your hood, sideways in a Regal, me and my
people, stuntin' wit a
I say you to think, before you do that
You really want to see me run through that
I'm screamin out Gotti, I got him so why you screamin' "Who that?"
You say you to wild out
But you want to foul out
the fuck you thinkin' bout?
See you fuckin' wit a block burner, when shit get hot it melt, no
tellin' how it out
I'm bringin' to the streets in a proper way
Represent I&E and every day
Yo Gotti, motherfucker, what the you say?
My grill ain't real, my shit don't in your face
How many niggas had six figgas, Jigga
Before the rap came, me and my niggas
Representin' south
Wit up in our mouth
Shit, bricks, and is what I'm all about
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 nigga, so I can lynch him! (WHO?)
ever join my team and try to exit (BITCH)
That's like having a Lexus and flex it (BITCH)
I know you the ice up in my bracelet (BITCH)
It's all about the around my necklace (BITCH)
You (BITCH)
You had the
Now you can't do nothing, but
Like a hoe, it rough, but you too romantic
I'm the number one
Who say they tighter?
just like bringing a fight, up out of a fighter
Trick, I'm for it, never 'noid, so energetic
And with slick shit you pull, you make me feel disrespected
It's a World War Three nigga, wit Gotti boy
I ain't no studio gangsta I the drama boy

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