Luyện nghe bài hát War Ready

War
You got shooters, I've got
We got
Let's do what them other can't do though
uh
Uh nigga got a thousand guns,
And if money is power nigga, I got millions of nigga
with me nigga, huh?

17 I was niggas 17
Ridin' clean, youngest in the Medellín
Bomber green, in thang, in the middle lane
Did thangs for my niggas which I can't explain
Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana
Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty
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 just wanna take my
War ready, boy we all could die tonight
War ready, fast cash the law
War ready, gas mask when them talk

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

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

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

Killas on front line when you're war
Chopper shoot a rounds when you're war ready
Just another mama when 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 Vice Lords, shout out to my nigga
Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love,
Shout out to dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga
I could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck
Shoutout to my city, too, my clip a 62
Ridin' on 63, rest in peace to Fluty Coupe
and quinine
Cut bitch a thousand times
Phone call said he a brick
I him back, "Come stand in line"
You went out of town so I had to wack your
Never came back, pussy boy, go die a

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