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 guns, nigga
And if money is power nigga, I got of power nigga
Fuck with me nigga,

17 I was niggas 17
Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the
Bomber green, in that thang, in the lane
Did thangs for my niggas which I can't explain
Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dane
Put a patch over your eye, with my petty change
Fuck you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga
Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' yah
War ready, the game wanna take my life
War ready, pussy boy we all die tonight
War ready, cash above the law
War ready, gas mask when them choppers

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

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

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

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

Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a
Nigga walk a mile, found him naked and rollin'
Shout out to the Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga
out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?
Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug,
I could die a thousand times, will die a fuck nigga
Shoutout to my city, too, my hold a 62
Ridin' down on 63, in peace to Fluty Coupe
and quinine
Cut that a thousand times
call said he need a brick
I text him back, "Come in line"
You went out of town so I had to your bitch
came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch

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