Luyện nghe bài hát World War III

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

It's a World War Three nigga, fuckin' wit boy
I'm bout to separate yo soul yo body boy
I got that chopper boy, through yo block boy
And you can't us boy, betta 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 buss in the crowd, I see my mane in aim
don't matter, put yo head on a platter
Catch the cut bitch, I shed, born, and rattle
Got on yo head, you ready, got on yo best?
You say you beefin' wit you livin' then you blessed
Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch a revolution
I ain't chill, until I get a execution
Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch a revolution
I ain't gone chill, until I get a

So you say you want to the law
What about I break your jaw?
What about, when I come through hood, sideways in a Regal, me and my
people, stuntin' wit a
I say you want to think, you do that
You don't really to see me run through that
I'm screamin out Gotti, I got him so why you screamin' "Who that?"
You say you want to out
But you want to foul out
the fuck you thinkin' bout?
See you fuckin' wit a burner, when shit get hot it melt, ain't no
tellin' how it out
I'm bringin' to the streets in a proper way
I&E each and every day
Yo Gotti, motherfucker, what the fuck you
My grill ain't real, my shit don't in your face
How many niggas had six figgas, besides
the rap game came, me and my niggas
Representin' south
Wit up in our mouth
Shit, bricks, and chips is what I'm all
Say it
Rewind the shit, Play it again,???, ???, again
Cause you wit a nigga, bring war again

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

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