Luyện nghe bài hát World War III

It's a World War Three,
wit me, nigga
My niggas wit it, wit it, I&E,
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 from yo boy
I got that chopper boy, 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 games
Gotti don't buss in the crowd, I see my in aim
Situations don't matter, put yo 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 Gotti you then you blessed
Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch a revolution
I ain't gone chill, I get a execution
Fu-Fuck a institution, this a revolution
I ain't gone chill, until I get a

So you say you want to the law
What about when I your jaw?
What about, I come through your hood, sideways in a Regal, me and my
people, wit a Sod-Off
I say you want to think, you do that
You don't really want to see me run that
I'm screamin out Gotti, I got him so why you screamin' "Who that?"
You say you want to out
But you don't want to out
What the fuck you bout?
See you wit a block burner, when shit get hot it melt, ain't no
how it turn out
I'm bringin' fame to the in a proper way
I&E each and every day
Yo Gotti, motherfucker, the fuck you say?
My grill ain't real, my shit don't shine in face
How many niggas had six figgas, besides
Before the rap game came, me and my
Representin' south
Wit plat up in our
Shit, bricks, and is what I'm all about
Say it
Rewind the shit, it again,???, ???, record again
Cause you fuckin wit a nigga, war again

I attention! (WHO?)
If you a I&E pay attention! (WHY?)
Cause it's some shit I'm bout to mention! (WHAT?)
Go and get nigga, so I can lynch him! (WHO?)
Don't ever join my team and try to (BITCH)
That's having a Lexus and won't flex it (BITCH)
I know you like the ice up in my (BITCH)
It's all about the sign 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 that tighter?
That's just like a fight, up out of a fighter
Trick, I'm ready for it, 'noid, so energetic
And that slick shit you pull, you make me feel disrespected
It's a War Three nigga, fuckin wit Gotti boy
I ain't no studio gangsta I the drama boy

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