Luyện nghe bài hát War Ready

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

17 I was chargin' 17
Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the
Bomber green, in thang, in the middle lane
Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't
Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dane
Put a patch over your eye, with my petty change
Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a nigga
Laid to rest by the one you thought was with yah
War ready, the game just wanna my life
War ready, pussy boy we all could die
War ready, cash above the law
War ready, gas when them choppers talk

Killas on front when you're war ready
Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when war ready
Just another mama when you're war ready
Just another homicide we war ready
Killas on the line when you're war ready
Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when war ready
Just mama cryin' cause we're war ready
Just another homicide 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 top coupe
I know a lot of niggas hate to see this
Yeah I Shake could see this
never fall for what I stand for
This Fernando
We could live today, blood, and die tonight,

Box Chevy hit the block, run the 50 shots
You just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no
We done through the block and sold many color drops
And these mothafuckas think you drop 'em no more
War ready nigga put change on your head
Damn right, around, clear my safe out
I got a few digi scales and a couple
And you mothafuckin' right, this a house
Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that
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 that nigga
You mothafuckas out always talkin'
'Bout another mothafucka said
Yeah I got that FNH when that finna hostin'
I out here to mothafuckin' play
Why these fuck always cryin' 'bout somethin'?
Either you're like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'
Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my
Like that motherfucker timid or shy about
ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed
Gotta stay strapped to live the I lead
Start your own with all them G's
Open up a hundred doors with all them
Yeah we live for coupes but we dyin' by the gun
Missed his date, now my nigga on the run
Big shit poppin' in his pocket a lighter
bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper
Hangin' out the Rolls, on mark, get set
Let it go, yeah hold that steady
When that ritalin get to and them drums get to bussin'
Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war

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

Follow in my footstep, I was to die a soldier
Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him and rollin'
Shout out to the Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga
Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love,
out to them 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 that bitch a times
Phone call he need a brick
I him back, "Come stand in line"
You went out of town so I had to wack your
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 mama cryin' when you're war ready
Just another homicide cause we war
Killas on the front line you're war ready
Chopper a thousand rounds when you're war ready
Just another cryin' cause we're war ready
Just homicide when you're war ready
War, war, war