โหลดเพลง mp3 Glory of War - Rick Ross

Glory of War - Rick Ross/Anthony Hamilton
Written by：William Leonard Roberts II/Anthony Hamilton/Francis Ubiera/Lonnie Liston Smith
Stevie Wonder on the pianos

Geechi Liberace in the building

Ray Charles on the flute

Sway I follow policies

Always give her game every time she swallow me

But you gotta hit the chart at least

Seen a lot of young MCs even die for peace

Niggas posting pictures while I'm posted in belize

Spent those lonely rainy nights just praying on my knees

Being overseas is a daily routine
Young niggas traveling the world that's just been in our genes
Put the gang together now you niggas traumatized

Kilos and koofis during Ramadan

Scramble like I'm #9 during the summertime
Doubling back #1 I'm doubling back around

Drop DC Ford then shut Atlantic Down
8 figure ni**a tell me how those numbers sound

Hit the Bay and let Berna know that I want a pound
In LA get the Bentley truck just to run around

305 ni**a 'til they gun me down

Little kids in the streets gotta come in the house

When the shots ring even cops pause

Niggas full of bullet holes which is not boss
Funny how a rich ni**a was so poor at mouth

Make it rain shorty better throw it back

It's leather 80 bands
Middle of the floor time for the money dance

It's a time for politics and it's a time to kill

Fast break and we coming like the Cavaliers

I could turn a ni**a city to a battlefield

And my biggest flaw really was my lack of fear

Big ducky he 2000

Tony in h town with the coupes out
These my niggas on call and we bring the suits out

Pool party it's popping like Uncle Luke house

Fake niggas it's time that we pull ya skirts up

At the table and p**sy niggas ain't worth nothing
Couple shooters gotta keep 'em in a line

Nothing really than still alive

Niggas body dropping like a holocaust

The glory of war really your mama loss

First time all your kids got to play together

Holding hands bow our heads let us play together
Play together play together play together

Funny how a rich ni**a was so poor at math

Make it rain shorty better throw it back

It's leather bed 80 bands
Middle of the floor time for the money dance

I cut off some more friends and family members
Hope they know I'm the raw ni**a a cold villain

Haters still hating 50 million later

I'mma tell you like a player better get some paper

Still can't believe it all as I walk my halls

Rarely speak to these niggas screaming free my dogs
Little homie didn't rob but he took the charge

Day county niggas still behind them bars