Luyện nghe bài hát War Ready

War
You got shooters, got shooters
We got
do what them other niggas can't do though
uh
Uh got a thousand guns, nigga
And if is power nigga, I got millions of power nigga
with me nigga, huh?

17 I was niggas 17
clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín
Bomber green, in thang, in the middle lane
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 what you heard, for that I'm a dirty nigga
Laid to rest by the one you was workin' with yah
War ready, the game just wanna my life
War ready, pussy boy we all could die
War ready, fast above the law
War ready, gas when them choppers talk

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

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

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

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

Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a
Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked and
Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood
out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?
Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug,
I could die a times, will never die a fuck nigga
to my city, too, my clip hold a 62
Ridin' down on 63, rest in to Fluty Coupe
Heroin and
Cut that bitch a times
Phone said he need a brick
I text him back, "Come in line"
You out of town so I had to wack your bitch
Never came back, pussy boy, go die a

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