Luyện nghe bài hát World War II

It's a World War Three,
Fuckin' wit me,
My niggas wit it, wit it, I&E,
War Three nigga,
Fuckin' wit me,
My niggas wit it, wit it, WB

It's a World War nigga, fuckin' wit Gotti boy
I'm to separate yo soul from yo body boy
I got chopper boy, coming through yo block boy
And you stop us boy, betta call the coppers 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
Gotti 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 Gotti you livin' you blessed
Fu-Fuck a institution, this a revolution
I gone chill, until I get a execution
a institution, bitch this a revolution
I ain't chill, until I get a execution

So you say you want to the law
What about when I break your
What about, when I come through hood, sideways in a Regal, me and my
People, wit a Sod-Off
I say you want to think, before you do
You don't really want to see me run that
I'm screamin out Gotti, before I got him so why you "Who that?"
You say you want to out
But you don't to foul out
What the fuck you bout?
See you fuckin' wit a block burner, when shit get hot it melt, no

how it turn out
I'm bringin' fame to the in a proper way
Represent I&E and every day
Yo Gotti, motherfucker, what the you say?
My grill ain't real, my shit shine in your face
How many had six figgas, besides Jigga
Before the rap 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, war again

I attention! (WHO?)
If you a I&E pay attention! (WHY?)
Cause some serious shit I'm bout to mention! (WHAT?)
Go and get that nigga, so I can him! (WHO?)
ever join my team and try to exit (BITCH)
That's like having a Lexus and flex it (BITCH)
I know you like the ice up in my (BITCH)
all about the sign around my necklace (BITCH)
You (BITCH)
You had the
Now you do nothing, but panic
Like a hoe, wanting it rough, but you too
I'm the number one
Who say that tighter?
That's just bringing a fight, up out of a fighter
Trick, I'm for it, never 'noid, so energetic
And with that slick you pull, you make me feel disrespected
It's a World War Three nigga, wit Gotti boy
I ain't no gangsta I bring the drama boy

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