Luyện nghe bài hát War Ready

War
You got shooters, got shooters
We got
do what them other niggas can't do though
uh
Uh nigga got a thousand guns,
And if is power nigga, I got millions of power nigga
Fuck with me nigga,

17 I was chargin' 17
Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the
Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle
Did some for my niggas which I can't explain
Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana
Put a patch over eye, fuck with my petty change
Fuck you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga
Laid to by the one you thought was workin' with yah
War ready, the game just wanna take my
War ready, boy we all could die tonight
War ready, fast above the law
War ready, gas mask when them talk

Killas on front when you're war ready
Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when war ready
Just another mama cryin' you're war ready
Just another homicide 'cause we war
Killas on the front line you're war ready
Chopper shoot a rounds when you're war ready
Just another mama cause we're war ready
Just another homicide when you're war
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 gon' to see this
Yeah I wish could see this
never fall for what I stand for
This Fernando
We could today, blood, and die tonight, cous'

Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50
You just 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more
We done through the block and sold many color drops
And these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no
War ready nigga put some on your head
Damn right, fuck around, my safe out
I got a few digi scales and a Denzels
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 the Glock or the chop?
I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga
You mothafuckas out here always
what another mothafucka said
Yeah I got that FNH when that finna hostin'
I ain't out here to play
Why fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?
Either you're livin' like a ho or dyin' 'bout somethin'
Try to let that Rollie but it's hidin' in my sleeve
Like motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'
Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga up that weed
Gotta stay strapped to the life I lead
Start your own alphabet with all G's
Open up a doors with all them keys
Yeah we live for coupes but we dyin' by the gun
his court date, now my nigga on the run
Big poppin' in his pocket like a lighter
Shit bag a grown nigga in a diaper
out the Rolls, on your mark, get set
Let it go, yeah that bitch steady
that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'
Yeah I hope you pussy war ready

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

Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a
couldn't walk a mile, found him naked and rollin'
Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my nigga
Shout out to them GD's, where that love, nigga?
Shout out to dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga
I could die a thousand times, never die a fuck nigga
Shoutout to my city, too, my hold a 62
Ridin' down on 63, rest in to Fluty Coupe
Heroin and
Cut that bitch a thousand
Phone call said he a brick
I text him back, "Come in line"
You went out of town so I had to your bitch
Never came back, boy, go die a bitch

Killas on front line you're war ready
Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war
Just another mama cryin' when you're war
another homicide cause we war ready
Killas on the front line when you're war
shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready
Just another mama cryin' we're war ready
Just another homicide when you're war
War, war, war