Luyện nghe bài hát World War III

It's a World War Three,
wit me, nigga
My niggas wit it, wit it, I&E,
World War nigga,
Fuckin' wit me,
My niggas wit it, wit it, WB

It's a World War nigga, fuckin' wit Gotti boy
I'm bout to separate yo soul from yo boy
I got that boy, coming 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
Bullets got no name
ain't playin' games
Gotti don't in the crowd, I see my mane in aim
Situations matter, put yo head on a platter
the cut then bitch, I shed, born, and rattle
Got on yo head, you ready, got on yo best?
You say you beefin' wit Gotti you livin' you blessed
Fu-Fuck a institution, this a revolution
I ain't gone chill, until I get a
Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch this a
I ain't gone chill, I get a execution

So you say you want to the law
What about when I break your
What about, when I come your hood, sideways in a Regal, me and my
people, stuntin' wit a
I say you want to think, you do that
You don't really want to see me run that
I'm screamin out Gotti, I got him so why you screamin' "Who that?"
You say you want to out
But you want to foul out
What the fuck you bout?
See you fuckin' wit a block burner, when shit get hot it melt, no
tellin' how it out
I'm bringin' fame to the in a proper way
Represent I&E each and day
Yo Gotti, motherfucker, what the fuck you
My grill real, my shit don't shine in your face
How many niggas had six figgas, Jigga
Before the rap game came, me and my
down 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 wit a nigga, bring 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 that nigga, so I can him! (WHO?)
Don't ever join my team and try to (BITCH)
That's like having a and won't flex it (BITCH)
I you like the ice up in my bracelet (BITCH)
It's all about the sign 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 that tighter?
just like bringing a fight, up out of a fighter
Trick, I'm ready for it, 'noid, so energetic
And with that slick you pull, you make me feel disrespected
It's a World War Three nigga, wit Gotti boy
I ain't no studio gangsta I bring the boy

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