Luyện nghe bài hát World War II

It's a War Three, nigga
wit me, nigga
My niggas wit it, wit it, I&E,
War Three 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 separate yo soul from yo 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 got no name
Gotti playin' games
Gotti buss in the crowd, I see my mane in aim
Situations don't matter, put yo on a platter
the cut then bitch, I shed, born, and rattle
Got on yo head, you ready, got on yo best?
You say you beefin' wit Gotti you livin' then you
a institution, bitch this a revolution
I ain't gone chill, until I get a
Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch a revolution
I ain't gone chill, until I get a

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

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

I attention! (WHO?)
If you a I&E pay attention! (WHY?)
Cause it's some serious shit I'm to mention! (WHAT?)
Go and get nigga, so I can lynch him! (WHO?)
Don't ever my team and try to exit (BITCH)
That's like having a Lexus and won't 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, it rough, but you too romantic
I'm the one writer
Who say that they
That's just bringing a fight, up out of a fighter
Trick, I'm for it, never 'noid, so energetic
And that slick shit you pull, you make 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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