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 niggas wit it, wit it, WB

It's a World War Three nigga, fuckin' wit 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 call the 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 playin'
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 wit Gotti you livin' then you blessed
Fu-Fuck a institution, this a revolution
I gone chill, until I get a execution
Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch a revolution
I gone chill, until I get a execution

So you say you to break the law
What when I break your jaw?
about, when I come through your hood, sideways in a Regal, me and my
people, stuntin' wit a
I say you want to think, before you do
You don't 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 don't to foul out
the fuck 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 and every day
Yo Gotti, motherfucker, the fuck you say?
My grill ain't real, my shit shine in your face
How niggas had six figgas, besides Jigga
Before the rap came, me and my niggas
Representin' south
Wit plat up in our
Shit, bricks, and is what I'm all about
Say it
Rewind the shit, Play it again,???, ???, again
you fuckin wit a nigga, bring war again

I attention! (WHO?)
If you a I&E pay attention! (WHY?)
it's some serious shit I'm bout to mention! (WHAT?)
Go and get that nigga, so I can him! (WHO?)
Don't ever join my and try to exit (BITCH)
That's like a Lexus and won't flex it (BITCH)
I know you like the ice up in my (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 slick shit you pull, you make me feel disrespected
It's a World War Three nigga, fuckin wit boy
I ain't no studio gangsta I bring the boy

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