Luyện nghe bài hát WAR

Lil get shot, Lil Reese and them
Little niggas, it's hard to find in them
Chiraq, they say Middle Easterin'
Put your flames in the air for the deceased to
Young soldiers who never got to older
Dogtagged in the bag
kept the knot he had
Plus he had weed in his
Never knew at 13 they enlist them
Momma kissed him, body was
She was shaking, I to hold her
Tears on my shoulder, he was to
Be going to his junior year, this is his funeral
Pall-bearers, all looking like
faces show anger, some show tears
No mustaches, no
Probably had the aspirations as his
On a mission, in the distance
It never like the Muslims and Christians
We gun salute them
Just to go back and them
I'm 'bout war

To all the and the hundred dolla billas
hittas who ain't got no feelins
To all the killas and the dolla billas
Real hittas who ain't got no

There's a war going on inside, no man is from, goin on
Going on, there's a war going on inside, no man is safe
Or can escape from, take one from the same place that hate from
Gang used to be about the nations
Now it's with clips and hittas is missing
They hit the now they families miss him
Death do him, in his last breath he wishing
But no option so he position
It don't stop, hittas killing and children
Angels cried, that's supposed to be decision
Collisions of cliques named rap groups
Except wearing Jordans of black boots
Black troops trade war stories reminiscent of
Walk the of those before me since I was a shorty
slugs and drugs and unemployment
Terror y'all was my first deployment
The life of a soldier ain't nothing to toy
I'm living in this shit the world exploit it
War

To all the killas and the hundred dolla
Real hittas who ain't got no
To all the killas and the hundred billas
Real hittas who got no feelins

My basic was aiming, hustling, banging, changing niggas up
Cause of what did to us, nigga, I don't give a fuck
do or die in the Chi and I ain't lived enough
Hoping for visitors of war, I'm a prisoner
Politicians they did enough, to get rid of us
Hopped in the back as soon as the hit the truck
Looked at my son I see his soul
Shot and at three years old

War!
We are at war!