Luyện nghe bài hát Bonus Track #1

While you walking I'm running, while you I'm chopping
Got me with them dudes, but who is you to be knocking
Now I be marching a soldier, and my army right behind me
On that is where a nigga, might find me
Fucking with me boy, you gon get your
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, holla wobble wobble
We in the pop a bottle, at the bar
your girl stop tripping, she could holla at a star
Hypnotic in the car, is all I need to get
We could mix it henny, and we turning it green
Like one say, left to the right right, to the left, to the right
Let me see you bounce me, East to the West
North to the South, back to the house, come blow a 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 independent (yeah)
Them hoes hatin' cause you looking (hell yeah)

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

P]
The New No Limit guerillas, we gon ride to get
I'm a till I die, and real niggas gon feel us
I put that heat on your ass, play and get bagged
Uptown, thugged out, t-shirts and
On the block you find me, my niggas right behind me
Third Ward projects, we on the grind G
My slang chrome, nigga tats on arms
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 pocket to my P. jeans
hatas mad, they wish they could rid of me
I'm always on the radio, I'm always on the t.v.
Now am I it huh, whodi I'm bout it bout it
Hop out the limo, the women form a crowd around it
I keep the with me, never on the streets without 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 see a landlord, round me
T-R-U nigga, you ask my dog C
And my money hell-a-long, cause I got a check from P
Huh to Hot Spitter, you fuck around if you want
And watch how a nigga, send you to the hospital
Stick baretta to your braids, me and my soldiers
together like Franky Beverly and me

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