Luyện nghe bài hát World War III

It's a War Three, nigga
Fuckin' wit me,
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 nigga, fuckin' wit Gotti boy
I'm bout to separate yo from yo body boy
I got that chopper boy, 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 ain't got no
Gotti ain't games
Gotti don't in the crowd, I see my mane in aim
Situations don't matter, put yo head on a
Catch the cut bitch, I shed, born, and rattle
Got on yo head, you ready, got on yo best?
You say you beefin' wit you livin' then you blessed
Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch this a
I ain't gone chill, until I get a
Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch a revolution
I gone chill, until I get a execution

So you say you want to the law
What about I break your jaw?
What about, I come through your hood, sideways in a Regal, me and my
people, wit a Sod-Off
I say you to think, before you do that
You really want to see me run through that
I'm screamin out Gotti, I got him so why you screamin' "Who that?"
You say you to wild out
But you want to foul out
What the you thinkin' bout?
See you fuckin' wit a block burner, shit get hot it melt, ain't no
tellin' how it out
I'm bringin' fame to the in a proper way
Represent I&E each and day
Yo Gotti, motherfucker, what the you say?
My grill ain't real, my shit shine in your face
How niggas had six figgas, besides Jigga
the rap game came, me and my niggas
Representin' down
Wit plat up in our
Shit, bricks, and chips is I'm all about
Say it
the shit, Play 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 my team and try to exit (BITCH)
That's having a Lexus and won't flex it (BITCH)
I know you the ice up in my bracelet (BITCH)
It's all about the sign around my (BITCH)
You (BITCH)
You had the
Now you can't do nothing, but
Like a hoe, wanting it rough, but you too
I'm the one writer
Who say they tighter?
That's just bringing a fight, up out of a fighter
Trick, I'm ready for it, '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 no studio gangsta I bring the drama boy

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