Luyện nghe bài hát Battlezone

Pick up wings and prepare them to fly

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

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

I up on Jordan and what did I see
Comin to carry me home
did I see
Comin' forth to 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, I die?
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 pull it, got my in my fo fo
stand, it's turnin' to a jungle

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

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

I can't sleep at 'cause I lay in my bed
And I be tossin' and turnin' tryin' to my dreams
And I can hear the niggas lettin' off they lead 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 things to do
So little a nigga really got to do it in
Man, I be ready for war in my fatigues and

the minute nigga step outside
Nina on my hip and I gots to pack one
like Little Eazy-E told you and me
Nigga, never leave the without packin' a gun

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

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

is real
Ain't none of that elastic fagot band plastic shit
in the battlezone blastin' shit
Put the match on shit, straight up shit

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

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

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

Strategize, any hatin' ain't a friend of mine
Nigga considered the enemy, nigga, that's you die
I never keep my enemies
'Cause I got a perfect of 'em in my scope, that's close enough

Face'll fuck a nigga 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 'cha get lit up

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

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

You get feelin' inside my bloodline
Somebody finna get up
If a don't get some satisfaction
Blastin' a madman
Gettin' with the static nigga lovin' the

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

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

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

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

'Cause when we clash, ain't no back
Huntin' 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 be livin' in the mornin', you feelin' me?
Quicker a clocked damn missile
Hit a bitch directly in the middle, right your eye

Then we sure that nigga die
Shoot a couple times and ride out, ride out, ride out
Nigga, we ride out, out, ride out
Nigga, we out, ride out, ride out
Nigga, we out, ride out