Luyện nghe bài hát Bonus Track #1

While you walking I'm running, while you I'm chopping
Got me confused with dudes, but who is you to be knocking
Now I be like a soldier, and my army right behind me
On that is where a nigga, might find me
with me boy, you gon get your ish-a
I from the heights, all the way to the pitcher
And I'm all a dolla dolla, nobody hotta hotta
I can pull a Prada model, t-shirt wobble wobble
We in the pop a bottle, at the bar
Tell girl stop tripping, she could holla at a star
in the car, is all I need to get mean
We mix it with henny, and we turning it green
one say, left to the right right, to the left left, to the right
Let me see you bounce me, East to the West
to the South, back to the house, come blow a ounce with me

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All my soldiers me (yeah)
All my with me (yeah)
If you hard for a nigga praying (yeah)
My soldieretts me (yeah)
My women (yeah)
Them hoes hatin' cause you good (hell yeah)

Everybody throw your up, soldiers throw your tanks up
Hit the flo', wild out, everybody something
Its your set, throw it up, me where the fuck you from
What you mix it with this, hit this weed and have some fun
Girls got they butts up, y'all what's up
We drinking this straight out the bottle, put them cups up
I'm from the of the Queen, that they call Anna
I to represent New Orleans, Louisiana

P]
The New No Limit guerillas, we gon ride to get
I'm a soldier till I die, and niggas gon feel us
I put that heat on your ass, nigga play and get
Uptown, thugged out, t-shirts and
On the where you find me, my niggas right behind me
Ward Calliope projects, we on the grind G
My bottle slang chrome, nigga tats on
We gon wild out till, come home

Pull up in a big truck, on a set of three's
Twenty G's cash, in the to my P. Miller jeans
Playa hatas mad, wish they could rid of me
I'm always on the radio, I'm on the t.v. screens
Now am I bout it huh, I'm bout it bout it
Hop out the limo, watch the women a crowd around it
I keep the burner with me, never on the streets it
I put you in the papers, let family read about it
I'm going in the streets, and I own my own crib
You'll never see a landlord, me
T-R-U nigga, you ask my dog C
And my hell-a-long, cause I just got a check from P
Huh bitches to Hot Spitter, you around if you want
And watch how quick a nigga, send you to the
Stick baretta to your braids, me and my soldiers
Sticking together like Franky and me

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