Luyện nghe bài hát War Ready

War
You got shooters, got shooters
We got
Let's do what other niggas can't do though
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Uh nigga got a thousand guns,
And if money is power nigga, I got of power nigga
Fuck with me nigga,

17 I was niggas 17
Ridin' clean, youngest in the Medellín
Bomber green, in thang, in the middle lane
Did some thangs for my niggas I can't explain
slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane
Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my change
what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga
Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' yah
War ready, the game wanna take my life
War ready, boy we all could die tonight
War ready, fast cash the law
War ready, gas when them choppers talk

Killas on front line when you're war
Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when war ready
Just another mama cryin' when war ready
Just homicide 'cause we war ready
Killas on the front line when war ready
Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when war ready
Just another mama cryin' we're war ready
another homicide when you're war ready
War, war, war

A coward dies a deaths, a real nigga dies but one
21 gun salute out of the top of drop top coupe
I know a lot of niggas gon' to see this
I wish Shake could see this
I'll never fall for I stand for
year Fernando
We could today, blood, and die tonight, cous'

Box hit the block, run the whole 50 shots
You just poppin' 'til you know you pop 'em no more
We came through the block and sold many color drops
And these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no
War ready nigga put some change on your
Damn right, fuck around, clear my out
I got a few digi scales and a couple
And you mothafuckin' right, a safe house
Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that
Be his pallbearer, so I can carry nigga
What you gonna hit him the Glock or the chop?
Look I wouldn't give a fuck if were sharin' that nigga
You mothafuckas out here talkin'
'Bout what mothafucka said
Yeah I got that FNH when that finna hostin'
I out here to mothafuckin' play
Why these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout
Either you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' somethin'
Try to let that Rollie but it's hidin' in my sleeve
that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'
Tomorrow ain't promised, roll up that weed
Gotta stay to live the life I lead
Start own alphabet with all them G's
Open up a hundred doors with all keys
Yeah we live for them coupes but we by the gun
his court date, now my nigga on the run
Big shit poppin' in his pocket like a
Shit bag leave a grown in a diaper
Hangin' out the Rolls, on mark, get set
Let it go, yeah hold that bitch
When that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to
Yeah I hope you niggas war ready

Killas on line when you're war ready
Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war
Just another mama cryin' you're war ready
another homicide cause we war ready

Follow in my footstep, I was to die a soldier
Nigga couldn't a mile, found him naked and rollin'
Shout out to the Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga
Shout out to them GD's, that Crip love, nigga?
Shout out to dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga
I die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga
Shoutout to my city, too, my clip a 62
Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to Fluty
Heroin and
Cut bitch a thousand times
Phone call said he need a
I text him back, "Come in line"
You went out of so I had to wack your bitch
came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch

Killas on front when you're war ready
Chopper shoot a thousand rounds you're war ready
Just another mama when you're war ready
Just another homicide cause we war
Killas on the front line you're war ready
shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready
Just another mama cause we're war ready
Just another homicide you're war ready
War, war, war