Luyện nghe bài hát Warrior

[Hook - Thug]
I live my life like a warrior
And I'm a warrior
I my life just like a warrior
And I'm a warrior
I creep silent, I silent, I creep silent
I creep silent, I creep
I creep silent, I silent
I creep silent, I creep silent, I silent

[Verse 1 - Young
And I'm a warrior according to the score
The [?] in there, your ho in there, bro in there
After [?] that was so weed you got to mow in there
We took em out, he had in there
him up his ass with Jimmy Cha and Jimmy Cho in there
Bitches see me in that Honda Chevy, my digits
my ticket, they can't get it
Thinking but these kitties
impatient in the city got me frigid, but I'm getting it
It ain't [?], spot that beat and [?]
Get the bags out the can, see too much weed I'm gon spaz
nino mash, YSL swag
Rock clad, I'm gon his ass
One cap out no
[?] too bad, RIP to [?], my nigga Nash

[Verse 2 - Young
I live my life just like a warrior, I know that nigga up to
He standing in the cold no coat, catch a dime bag with an O and wipe your nose
Stay cold that pole on his throat
Hit the jeweler, leave out froze, my diamond blacker coal
Her dripping, all my pimping
I'm a hippy, know she it
All the [?] up your city, my diamond's bleeding, Wicced's pissing
We going in just like [?], she on the stage showing her
Thug on her titty, I look like a ton of midgets
of midgets, got a [?] if you want it, I'll go get it
Make one phone call to the [?], they gon up right here with it
We not worried no jacking, that's a ticket, no lieutenant
You know DK gonna it till it's empty

[Verse 3 - Thug]
I my life just like a warrior, my skin read like Seminoles
Speaking of red, my [?] by red bottom
These want everybody, my whole crew they got problems
They [?], they gon kill that, we can't stop
We just looking the [?] in the club, they know we got it
Hit the club looking like Pac, we got muscles like rocket
Got all of these bitches [?] for my bosses, plus your posse like pasta
We don't beat em, we gon eat em, we gon em to these divas
Yeah these divas run with heaters, senorita, hasta la
They two piece ya, then leave, for your maker, know I need her
But I'm baker, [?] pieces, what I'm making, [?]
I got acres on acres, motherfucker