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,
Fuckin' wit me,
My wit it, wit it, WB bitch

a World War Three nigga, fuckin' wit Gotti 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 the coppers 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 games
don't buss in the crowd, I see my mane in aim
Situations don't matter, put yo on a platter
Catch the cut then bitch, I shed, born, and
Got on yo head, feel you ready, got on yo
You say you beefin' wit Gotti you then you blessed
a institution, bitch this a revolution
I ain't gone chill, until I get a
a institution, bitch this 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, stuntin' wit a
I say you to think, before you do that
You don't really to see me run through that
I'm out Gotti, before I got him so why you screamin' "Who that?"
You say you want to out
But you want to foul out
What the you thinkin' bout?
See you wit a block burner, when shit get hot it melt, ain't no
tellin' how it out
I'm bringin' fame to the streets in a way
Represent I&E each and day
Yo Gotti, motherfucker, what the you say?
My grill ain't real, my shit don't shine in your
How many niggas had six figgas, besides
the rap game came, me and my niggas
Representin' south
Wit up in our mouth
Shit, bricks, and chips is I'm all about
Say it
Rewind the shit, 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 join my team and try to (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 around my necklace (BITCH)
You (BITCH)
You had the
Now you do nothing, but panic
Like a hoe, it rough, but you too romantic
I'm the number one
Who say they tighter?
just like bringing a fight, up out of a fighter
Trick, I'm ready for it, 'noid, so energetic
And with that shit you pull, you make me feel disrespected
It's a War Three nigga, fuckin wit Gotti boy
I ain't no studio gangsta I the drama boy

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