Luyện nghe bài hát World War III

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

It's a World War 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
ain't got no name
Gotti ain't games
don't buss in the crowd, I see my mane in aim
Situations matter, put yo head on a platter
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 livin' then you
Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch a revolution
I ain't chill, until I get a execution
a institution, bitch this a revolution
I ain't gone chill, until I get a

So you say you want to the law
about when I break your jaw?
What about, when I come through your hood, in a Regal, me and my
people, wit a Sod-Off
I say you want to think, you do that
You don't really to see me run through that
I'm out Gotti, before I got him so why you screamin' "Who that?"
You say you want to out
But you want to foul out
What the fuck you bout?
See you wit a block burner, when shit get hot it melt, ain't no
how it turn 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 don't shine in your face
How many niggas had six figgas, besides
Before the rap game came, me and my
down south
Wit up in our mouth
Shit, bricks, and chips is I'm all about
Say it
Rewind the shit, Play it again,???, ???, again
Cause you fuckin wit a nigga, 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 ever join my team and try to (BITCH)
like having a Lexus and won't flex it (BITCH)
I you like 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
Like a hoe, wanting it rough, but you too
I'm the one writer
Who say that they
just like bringing a fight, up out of a fighter
Trick, I'm ready for it, never 'noid, so
And with slick shit you pull, you make me feel disrespected
It's a World War Three nigga, fuckin wit boy
I ain't no studio I bring the drama boy

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