Luyện nghe bài hát World War II

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

It's a World War Three nigga, fuckin' wit boy
I'm bout to separate yo 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
Bullets ain't got no
ain't playin' games
Gotti don't buss in the crowd, I see my in aim
Situations don't matter, put yo on a platter
Catch the cut bitch, I shed, born, and rattle
Got on yo head, feel you ready, got on yo
You say you beefin' wit Gotti you livin' then you
Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch this a
I ain't gone chill, until I get a
Fu-Fuck a institution, this a revolution
I gone chill, until I get a execution

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

Tellin' how it out
I'm bringin' fame to the in a proper way
Represent I&E and every day
Yo Gotti, motherfucker, the fuck you say?
My grill ain't real, my shit shine in your face
How many had six figgas, besides Jigga
the rap game came, me and my niggas
Representin' south
Wit plat up in our
Shit, bricks, and is what I'm all about
Say it
the shit, Play it again,?,?, record again
Cause you fuckin wit a nigga, war again

I attention! (WHO?)
If you a I&E pay attention! (WHY?)
Cause some serious shit I'm bout to mention! (WHAT?)
Go and get nigga, so I can lynch him! (WHO?)
ever join my team and try to exit (BITCH)
That's like having a Lexus and flex it (BITCH)
I know you like the ice up in my (BITCH)
It's all about the around my necklace (BITCH)
You (BITCH)
You had the
Now you can't do nothing, but
Like a hoe, it rough, but you too romantic
I'm the number one
Who say they tighter?
That's just bringing a fight, up out of a fighter
Trick, I'm for it, never 'noid, so energetic
And with that slick you pull, you make me feel disrespected
It's a World War Three nigga, wit Gotti boy
I ain't no studio I bring the drama boy

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