Luyện nghe bài hát Battlezone

Pick up your wings and them to fly

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

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

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

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

One, two look at the
They my picture with Bob Marley
They probably wanna kill me, will I
In 1999 smokin' phillies, the kid
Was in the ceilin' in my big claim

Kickin' on and dig this
Got to feel it, catch and let go
Wretched in a fro, Bone for the po po
Roll over, then it, got my bullet in my fo fo
Gotta stand, it's turnin' to a

Comin' out a Benz and I spend a lot for show
No, no, spend a lot contend with a men
at my watch like a meal ticket
Arrest the block, couldn't pin it, better send it

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

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

And I be my heat, got me pacin' back and forth
So much shit on my mind, so many to do
So little 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, never leave the house packin' a gun

And that's real, it for the dollar bill
Niggas'll holler, "Kill, kill", start flexin'
When the shit poppin' off in my
Nigga got a 17-shot for

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 right out the crowd
And hit him dead in his mouth for bein loud and

Shit is
Ain't none of that elastic fagot rubber band shit
Muthafuckas in the battlezone blastin'
Put the match on shit, up gassin' shit

It's that same nigga runnin' with the
Bustin' in the belly
Give muthafuckas more than just a headache
Get at that nigga faster than Fed-Ex
They're runnin', retreatin', screamin', Mayday, goin' down

Now why the fuck is tellin' lies and rumors?
about we split up
'Cause I see Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish,
Niggas really need to shut that up

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

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

Leather fuck a nigga up and smile
And hit 'em with the millimeter and I 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, keep on and there's gon' be drama
Tellin' you niggas, you not fuck with me
'Cause I ain't that nigga that I used to be
Look how the haters a nigga attitude

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

You get this feelin' my bloodline
Somebody finna get up
If a nigga get some satisfaction
Blastin' like a
with the static nigga lovin' the action

Yeah, my Bone Thug niggas, on
If any one of you got any problems
Thinkin' you tough and you really wanna 'em
be mumblin', speak a little louder

While you steady talkin' like you're louder than the nigga
We'll be up in you
Now hater feel us, who the The Bone Thug killas
If there's any objections, nigga with 'em

Realer than other muthafuckas talkin' about they thugs
all on the bandwagon
Wanna be like us, wanna cuss, wanna bust guns
Thugged out with pants saggin'

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

'Cause we clash, ain't no comin' back
niggas from the past, we gon' settle this shit right here
Fight to whoever blood be spilled
Who be the nigga ridin' away in a hearse?

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

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