Luyện nghe bài hát World War III

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

It's a World War Three nigga, wit Gotti boy
I'm bout to separate yo soul yo body boy
I got chopper boy, coming through yo block boy
And you can't stop us boy, betta 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 playin'
Gotti don't buss in the crowd, I see my in aim
Situations matter, put yo head 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
Fu-Fuck a institution, this a revolution
I ain't gone chill, until I get a
Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch this a
I ain't gone chill, until I get a

So you say you want to the law
What about when I break jaw?
What about, when I come 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 to see me run through that
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 thinkin'
See you wit a block burner, when shit get hot it melt, ain't no
how it turn out
I'm fame to the streets 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
Before the rap came, me and my niggas
Representin' down
Wit up in our mouth
Shit, bricks, and is what I'm all about
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?)
ever join my team and try to exit (BITCH)
That's like having a and won't flex it (BITCH)
I you like the ice up in my bracelet (BITCH)
It's all about the around my necklace (BITCH)
You (BITCH)
You had the
Now you can't do nothing, but
a hoe, wanting 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 with that shit you pull, you make me feel disrespected
It's a World War nigga, fuckin wit Gotti boy
I ain't no studio I bring the drama boy

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