Luyện nghe bài hát War

(*talking*)
This organization was on me
What I put together, that no man in between
I am the foundation, and I will the storm

You don't wanna go to, you wanna go to
You don't wanna go to war us
You don't go to, you don't wanna go to
What...

You don't go to war with us
My niggas be too
You don't wanna go to war with
Soldier we bout it bout it, so nigga please whooa
You don't wanna go to war us
My be too dangerous
You don't wanna go to war with
You hating my click, nigga please whooa

See I'm sick dog, and I rip your lip off, if I get off
Or ripped off uh-huh, that's the shit starts
I'm vicious, I didn't get all of my
I bite I lock, and I won't let loose until the bones pop
And I watch you, until vital signs stop
And walk off in the night, with no fuck the cops
This shit is real dog, play us and watch how many pop up
In the junk yard round, bodies all chopped up
If I flip out, I take a quick up out the country
ask somebody, Mr. Magic he acts a donkey
I spit shit that the average, not stand a chance
And I spitting until the top dogs, know I'm the man
I'm running you back to the streets, go and hustle the
This time I'm playing for keeps, so I think you wouldn't
Four c-notes turn to dimes, and dimes turn to
pockets is getting young son, so

Close and personal the sorrow
with the, crooked to fire your hips
Whole nation regretting, that their punishment raised
You forget having this, the game not fair
No trusting in one another, when the not there
I promise thug life, niggas control this
Since you niggas twisted the game, we just it back
I'm to hurting, hurting by material praise
Settle for less, and let the stress us forget about better days
Have mercy, these demons wouldn't us right
We if nobody's trying to make it, to the guiding light
I'm a victim of living, pay me you owe and hate
And let me die, a smiling face
Just me and my thugging forever, we no longer bleed no mo'
And who so approach us, don't wan breathe no mo'
Give a to every nigga, that held us down
My people in hell right now

I'm a ridiculous lyricist, you hear the in my vocals
You can't keep up, and oh well got me some sales
25 years old, but I'm young and I'm learning
This shit just outta me, keep the c.d.s burning
Fuck gold, I'm to sell a couple of mill
If this ain't my year, then somebody is getting
Excuse my anger, but I feel like I'm being
I won't be denied, I refuse to be
If we broke we jacking, anything got
If I can't make it in this rap, y'all better my ass
Cause I click off your dick off, and leave you stuck out
If I let you live, then pray cause you been lucked out
Ahh I abuse you, and the shadow you
Beat you both to death, where mama she couldn't find you
And them that signed you, got to charge it to the game
Still the same, ain't a thang

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