Luyện nghe bài hát World War II

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

It's a World War Three nigga, wit Gotti boy
I'm bout to yo soul from yo body boy
I got chopper boy, coming through 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
Gotti don't in the crowd, I see my mane in aim
Situations don't matter, put yo on a platter
Catch the cut then bitch, I shed, born, and
Got on yo head, feel you ready, got on yo
You say you beefin' wit Gotti you livin' you blessed
Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch a revolution
I ain't gone chill, I get a execution
a institution, bitch this a revolution
I ain't gone chill, I get a execution

So you say you to break the law
What about when I your jaw?
What about, I come through your hood, sideways in a Regal, me and my
People, wit a Sod-Off
I say you want to think, before you do
You don't really want to see me run through
I'm out Gotti, before I got him so why you screamin' "Who that?"
You say you to wild out
But you want to foul out
What the fuck you bout?
See you fuckin' wit a block burner, when get hot it melt, ain't no

how it turn out
I'm bringin' fame to the in a proper way
Represent I&E each and day
Yo Gotti, motherfucker, what the fuck you
My grill real, my shit don't shine in your face
How many had six figgas, besides Jigga
Before the rap came, me and my niggas
Representin' down
Wit plat up in our
Shit, bricks, and chips is what I'm all
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?)
it's some serious shit I'm bout to mention! (WHAT?)
Go and get nigga, so I can lynch him! (WHO?)
Don't ever join my team and try to (BITCH)
That's having a Lexus and won't flex it (BITCH)
I you like the ice up in my bracelet (BITCH)
It's all about the sign 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 number one
Who say that tighter?
That's like bringing a fight, up out of a fighter
Trick, I'm for it, never 'noid, so energetic
And with that slick shit you pull, you me feel disrespected
a World War Three nigga, fuckin wit Gotti boy
I ain't no gangsta I bring the drama boy

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