Luyện nghe bài hát War Ready

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

17 I was niggas 17
Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the
green, in that thang, in the middle lane
Did some thangs for my niggas which I explain
Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana
Put a patch over your eye, fuck my petty change
Fuck what you heard, for bird I'm a dirty nigga
Laid to rest by the one you thought was with yah
War ready, the game just wanna my life
War ready, pussy boy we all die tonight
War ready, fast cash the law
War ready, gas mask when them talk

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

A coward a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one
21 gun salute out of the top of your top coupe
I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see
I wish Shake could see this
I'll never fall for what I for
This Fernando
We could live today, blood, and die tonight,

Box hit the block, run the whole 50 shots
You just poppin' you know you can't pop 'em no more
We done came through the block and sold many drops
And these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no
War nigga put some change on your head
Damn right, around, clear my safe out
I got a few digi scales and a couple
And you mothafuckin' right, this a house
Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury nigga
Be his pallbearer, so I can carry nigga
What you gonna hit him with the or the chop?
Look I wouldn't a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga
You out here always talkin'
'Bout what another said
Yeah I got that FNH that mothafucka finna hostin'
I ain't out here to mothafuckin'
Why these niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?
you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'
Try to let that Rollie breathe but hidin' in my sleeve
Like that motherfucker or shy about somethin'
Tomorrow promised, nigga roll up that weed
Gotta stay strapped to live the life I
Start your own alphabet all them G's
Open up a hundred doors all them keys
Yeah we live for them coupes but we by the gun
his court date, now my nigga on the run
Big shit in his pocket like a lighter
bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper
Hangin' out the Rolls, on mark, get set
Let it go, yeah that bitch steady
When that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to
Yeah I you pussy niggas war ready

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

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

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