Luyện nghe bài hát War Ready

War
You got shooters, got shooters
We got
Let's do what them other niggas do though
uh
Uh got a thousand guns, nigga
And if is power nigga, I got millions of power nigga
Fuck me nigga, huh?

17 I was niggas 17
Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the
Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle
Did thangs for my niggas which I can't explain
Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana
Put a patch your eye, fuck with my petty change
Fuck you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga
Laid to rest by the one you thought was with yah
War ready, the game just wanna take my
War ready, pussy boy we all could die
War ready, fast cash the law
War ready, gas mask when choppers talk

Killas on front line when war ready
Chopper a thousand rounds when you're war ready
Just another mama when you're war ready
another homicide 'cause we war ready
Killas on the front line when you're war
Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war
another mama cryin' cause we're war ready
Just another when you're war ready
War, war, war

A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga but one
21 gun out of the top of your drop top coupe
I know a lot of niggas hate to see this
I wish Shake could see this
I'll never for what I stand for
This year
We could today, blood, and die tonight, cous'

Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50
You just poppin' 'til you know you pop 'em no more
We done through the block and sold many color drops
And these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no
War ready nigga put some on your head
Damn right, around, clear my safe out
I got a few digi scales and a couple
And you mothafuckin' right, this a house
Give me the K and a shovel, I'll that nigga
Be his pallbearer, so I can that nigga
What you gonna hit him the Glock or the chop?
Look I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' nigga
You mothafuckas out always talkin'
'Bout what another said
Yeah I got that FNH when that finna hostin'
I ain't out here to play
Why these niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?
Either livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'
Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's in my sleeve
Like that motherfucker timid or shy somethin'
Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up weed
Gotta stay strapped to the life I lead
Start your own alphabet all them G's
Open up a hundred doors with all them
Yeah we live for them coupes but we by the gun
his court date, now my nigga on the run
Big shit poppin' in his like a lighter
Shit bag leave a nigga in a diaper
out the Rolls, on your mark, get set
Let it go, yeah hold that bitch
When that ritalin get to and them drums get to bussin'
Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war

Killas on front line when war ready
Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war
Just another mama cryin' when war ready
Just homicide cause we war ready

in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier
Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him and rollin'
Shout out to the Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga
Shout out to them GD's, where Crip love, nigga?
Shout out to dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga
I could die a thousand times, never die a fuck nigga
Shoutout to my city, too, my clip a 62
Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to Coupe
and quinine
Cut that bitch a times
Phone call said he a brick
I him back, "Come stand in line"
You went out of town so I had to wack your
Never back, pussy boy, go die a bitch

Killas on line when you're war ready
Chopper shoot a rounds when you're war ready
Just another cryin' when you're war ready
Just homicide cause we war ready
Killas on the line when you're war ready
Chopper shoot a thousand when you're war ready
Just another cryin' cause we're war ready
Just another homicide you're war ready
War, war, war