Luyện nghe bài hát Born 2 Be A Soldier

(Intro P])
up niggas and bitches.
It's the kisarme.
No Limit, Master P.
Im'a y'all to the muthafuckin,
one of the liuetenants on the tank, Mystikal.
We was all to be soldiers.
See, evil thoughts,
they was scarred into our souls from these wars,
the streets, the ghetto, the hood. The ghetto.
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Bitch, I'm a soldier!

I was to be a soldier!

Ah, ATTEN!
Hoo! Muthafuckas you move
I got is takes to make your ass feel (?)
You don't wanna rest in parade
No Limit soldiers grenades!
Strictly, heavy artillery, calm and
I got your ground runnin from INCOMING!
Go, go go go, the future
Bout to rip your (?) vest, split capita
The niggas be in the land camp
Bitch we ghetto soldiers, the streets is made us!
No LVE's, no
But we kill our enemies, and humvees!
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Born, to be, a muthafuckin
The colonel don't play, I'm out tank
in the bank, make niggas thank
At ease when we rank, salute we cap
Fools run trap, soldiers bust caps
Fools die a million deaths, solider once
Put that on my gold keys, my gat, and my
Candy painted hummer, gold D's
We bout it, eyes on our cause we rowdy
Battle kicked advil, load they carriages
Weapons on the mayor of the cash I know character
I'm ready to keys, niggas (?)
are fuckin, slanging them trees
They gon die in New
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I came out the muthafuckin womb, wanna combat tank
My antics, my ghetto tactics
I smack quick, stick another gat nigga to ass and acrobatic
what? Black, my M-16, is black bitch
I was born to phat shit
Punk ass like a sac bitch
Yeah, I keep a gat (?) I react quick
them soldiers, told ya, and that's it
But see, I set my shit off a punt (Go, T, Go)
We roll, I said we like a muthafuckin blunt
See, don't stunt and don't try to front
I'm Silkk the Shocker, I snatch your ass like a duck
I put on my camoflauge nigga, straight up my boot
Why a muthafucka who ain't TRU laugh at old shoot
face, salute!
Tell I'ma soldier, by the way I
Tell soldier, by the way I march (Right, left, left)
I was to be a soldier!
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Bringin bags and
Lil Fiend live by the soldiers
Of broken no seed in the botton pockets of my
War fatigues, playing live chess games the chain
(?) at the gun range, cause I'll bring
I'm playing survival games, that's why I sport a vest
But are put to rest, but got them right tatted on my chest
I was best on my recon, started and dis
The war from this, is Fiend was born from this
Scarred from this, so all the armies now go
Cause the crime design, stay from nine to
Enemies retire, and the bigger go up, till my gun up
No soldiers, the world blow up!
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Assassin, soldier, sniper,
Son of a bitch, arsonist, house
Been there, most before the sun rose
We changin clothes, when the po chase
with the bass, got them hoes all in my face
And them fake niggas hate, so I started different
And even when I'm dead and
My legacy'll on
Tatoo me on your arm and tell he got his rhyme on
Murder murder kill killin and shit I spit
For who be feelin this shit
Put the gat in my face, I never squeal, keep it real
Pops gave me the game, bout to bag a
We attack the Men in Black
You react, if you got a gat
never die, camoflauge in my vein
I'll never in the purple rain
My manifest pain, I'm a soldier
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