Luyện nghe bài hát Battlezone

Pick up your wings and prepare to fly

Souljah, souljah, Bone
Souljah, souljah, Bone
Souljah, souljah, Thug

Swing low chariot
Comin' to carry me home
Swing low chariot
Comin' forth to me home

I up on Jordan and what did I see
Comin to carry me home
did I see
Comin' forth to me home

to my battle cry
My cry
Listen to my cry
My cry

One, two at the telly
They drew my picture with Bob
They probably wanna kill me, I die?
In smokin' phillies, Bizzy the kid
Was in the ceilin' in my big claim

Kickin' on and dig this
Got to feel it, and don't let go
Wretched in a fro, watchin' for the po po
over, then pull it, got my bullet in my fo fo
Gotta stand, it's turnin' to a

Comin' out a 4-door and I spend a lot for show
No, no, don't spend a lot contend a men
at my watch like a meal ticket
Arrest the block, they couldn't pin it, better it

For the cops you soul of course, praise to the Pharaoh
mo, curly, I heard it lower and return it burn
When our still shermed out
Court's adjourned, court's adjourned, and burn

I can't sleep at 'cause I lay in my bed
And I be tossin' and turnin' to avoid my dreams
And I can hear the niggas lettin' off lead around the corner
Got me feelin' paranoia like they for me

And I be clutchin' my heat, got me pacin' back and
So much on my mind, so many things to do
So time a nigga really got to do it in
Man, I be ready for war in my and boots

From the minute nigga step
Nina Ross on my hip and I gots to one
Just Little Eazy-E told you and me
Nigga, leave the house without packin' a gun

And that's real, leave it for the bill
Niggas'll holler, "Kill, kill", then flexin'
When the poppin' off in my direction
got a 17-shot for protection

Life ain't no
Too many niggas I know was shit for granted and that's foul
Nigga, if you see a fool, pick a fool right out the
And hit him in his mouth for bein loud and wild

is real
Ain't of that elastic fagot rubber band plastic shit
Muthafuckas in the battlezone blastin'
Put the match on shit, straight up shit

It's same nigga runnin' with the AK-47
Bustin' niggas in the
Give them more than just a headache
Get back at nigga faster than Fed-Ex
They're runnin', retreatin', screamin', Mayday, goin' down

Now why the fuck is niggas tellin' lies and
Talkin' we split up
I see Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, Flesh
Niggas need to shut that shit up

If a really wanna rumble, he could tumble
We wilder than any that's in the jungle
The of the game is Block the basket, strike him out
Hit the goal make the fumble

Strategize, any nigga ain't a friend of mine
Nigga considered the enemy, nigga, when you die
I keep my enemies close
'Cause I got a perfect view of 'em in my scope, that's enough

Leather Face'll fuck a up and smile
And hit 'em the millimeter and I show a bitch kill a nigga
See me drivin', bitch, on and try to rob me
I'm willin' to bet that get lit up

Get off of me, baby, on comin' and there's gon' be drama
Tellin' you niggas, you not fuck with me
'Cause I ain't quiet nigga that I used to be
Look how the haters give a attitude

Nigga, sick of humble
Now I'm like that I gotta get mine
try to show a nigga love but fuck that it ain't no love
'Cause in the you get fucked every time

You get this feelin' inside my
Somebody get fucked up
If a nigga don't get some
Blastin' like a
with the static nigga lovin' the action

Yeah, my Bone niggas, come on
If any one of you got any problems
you tough and you really wanna solve 'em
Don't be mumblin', speak a little

While you steady talkin' you're louder than the next nigga
already be up in you
Now hater feel us, who the realest? The Bone killas
If there's any objections, deal with 'em

Realer than them other talkin' about they thugs
Jumpin' all on the
Wanna be us, wanna cuss, wanna bust they guns
out with they pants saggin'

They actin' but when it's really time to show tactics
The niggas don't have 'em, we the bastards
Put 'em all in bags and caskets
Drop 'em in the river, splash, that's ass

'Cause when we clash, no comin' back
niggas from the past, we gon' settle this shit right here
Fight to blood be spilled first
Who be the nigga ridin' away in a hearse?

Not me, I'm to wake up
And still be in the mornin', you feelin' me?
Quicker than a clocked damn
Hit a bitch in the middle, right between your eye

Then we makin' that nigga die
Shoot a couple more times and ride out, ride out, out
Nigga, we ride out, out, ride out
Nigga, we ride out, out, ride out
Nigga, we out, ride out