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 introduce to the muthafuckin,
one of the hardest on the tank, Mystikal.
We was all to be soldiers.
See, these thoughts,
they was scarred into our muthafuckin souls these wars,
the streets, the ghetto, the hood. The ghetto.
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P]
Bitch, I'm a soldier!

I was to be a soldier!

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