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 our muthafuckin souls from 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 rest in this
No Limit throwin grenades!
Strictly, artillery, calm and gunnin
I got your ground troops runnin INCOMING!
Go, go go go, the future
Bout to rip your (?) vest, split your
The niggas be marchin in the land
Bitch we ghetto soldiers, the streets is what us!
No LVE's, no
But we kill our enemies, and humvees!
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Born, to be, a soldier
The colonel don't play, I'm out that
in the bank, make niggas thank
At ease we rank, salute cause we cap
Fools run they trap, bust caps
Fools die a million deaths, dies once
Put that on my keys, my gat, and my blunt
Candy painted hummer, gold D's
We bout it, eyes on our CREAM we rowdy
kicked advil, niggas load they carriages
Weapons on the mayor of the cash cause I character
I'm ready to keys, niggas (?)
are fuckin, slanging them trees
They gon die in New
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I out the muthafuckin womb, niggas wanna combat tank
My antics, my ghetto tactics
I quick, stick another gat nigga to your ass and acrobatic
Nigga Black, my M-16, is black bitch
I was born to drop shit
Punk ass like a sac bitch
Yeah, I a gat bitch (?) 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 we roll like a muthafuckin blunt
See, don't come and don't try to front
I'm Silkk the Shocker, I snatch your ass like a duck
I put on my nigga, straight up my fuckin boot
Why would a muthafucka who ain't TRU at old shoot
face, salute!
Tell I'ma soldier, by the way I
I'ma 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 in the botton pockets of my fatigues
War fatigues, live chess games with the chain
(?) at the gun range, I'll bring pain
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
from this, so all the armies now go hide
Cause the crime design, stay from to five
Enemies retire, and the bigger go up, my gun show up
No Limit soldiers, the blow up!
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Assassin, soldier, sniper,
Son of a bitch, arsonist, house
Been there, most before the sun rose
We clothes, when the po po's chase
Narrow with the bass, got hoes all in my face
And fake niggas hate, so I started different ways
And even when I'm dead and
My live on
Tatoo me on your arm and tell he got his rhyme on
Murder murder kill killin and shit I spit
For lunatics who be feelin shit
Put the gat in my face, I never squeal, keep it real
Pops gave me the game, to bag a feel
We attack the Men in Black
You react, if you got a gat
I'll die, camoflauge in my vein
I'll change in the purple rain
My manifest pain, I'm a soldier
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