Luyện nghe bài hát World War III

It's a War Three, nigga
wit me, nigga
My wit it, wit it, I&E, nigga
War Three 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 that chopper boy, through yo block boy
And you can't stop us boy, betta call the 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
ain't playin' games
Gotti don't in the crowd, I see my mane in aim
Situations matter, put yo head on a platter
Catch the cut then bitch, I shed, born, and
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 this a
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 want to the law
What when I break your jaw?
What about, when I come through hood, sideways in a Regal, me and my
people, wit a Sod-Off
I say you to think, before you do that
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 to wild out
But you don't to foul out
What the fuck you thinkin'
See you fuckin' wit a block burner, shit get hot it melt, ain't no
how it turn out
I'm bringin' fame to the streets in a way
Represent I&E and every day
Yo Gotti, motherfucker, what the fuck you
My grill ain't real, my shit shine in your face
How many niggas had six figgas, Jigga
the rap game 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,???, ???, record
Cause you fuckin wit a nigga, bring war

I attention! (WHO?)
If you a I&E pay attention! (WHY?)
Cause it's some serious I'm bout to mention! (WHAT?)
Go and get that nigga, so I can him! (WHO?)
Don't ever join my and try to exit (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 do nothing, but panic
a hoe, wanting it rough, but you too romantic
I'm the number one
Who say they tighter?
That's just like bringing a fight, up out of a
Trick, I'm ready for it, never 'noid, so
And with that slick shit you pull, you me feel disrespected
It's a World War Three nigga, fuckin wit boy
I ain't no studio I bring the drama boy

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