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 liuetenants on the tank, Mystikal.
We was all to be soldiers.
See, these thoughts,
they was scarred into our muthafuckin souls from 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 you move
I got what is takes to your ass feel (?)
You don't rest in this parade
No Limit throwin grenades!
Strictly, heavy artillery, and gunnin
I got ground troops runnin from INCOMING!
Go, go go go, the future
Bout to rip your (?) vest, your capita
The niggas be in the land camp
Bitch we ghetto soldiers, the streets is made us!
No LVE's, no
But we our enemies, and drive humvees!
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Born, to be, a muthafuckin
The colonel play, I'm out that tank
Money in the bank, make niggas
At ease we rank, salute cause we cap
Fools run they trap, soldiers caps
Fools die a million deaths, solider once
Put on my gold keys, my gat, and my blunt
Candy hummer, triple gold D's
We bout it, eyes on our cause we rowdy
Battle advil, niggas load they carriages
on the mayor of the cash cause I know character
I'm ready to bust keys, (?)
Niggas are fuckin, slanging trees
gon die in New Orleans
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I came out the muthafuckin womb, niggas combat tank
My ghetto antics, my tactics
I smack quick, stick another gat to your ass and acrobatic
what? Black, my M-16, is black bitch
I was born to drop phat
Punk your ass like a sac
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 a muthafuckin blunt
See, don't come stunt and try to front
I'm Silkk the Shocker, I your ass like a muthafuckin duck
I put on my camoflauge nigga, straight up my fuckin
Why would a muthafucka who TRU laugh at old shoot
face, salute!
Tell soldier, by the way I talk
I'ma soldier, by the way I march (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 seed in the botton of my fatigues
War fatigues, playing live chess games the chain
(?) at the gun range, cause I'll pain
When I'm survival games, that's why I sport a vest
But niggas are put to rest, but got them tatted on my chest
I was on my recon, started harm and dis
The war this, is that Fiend was born from this
from this, so all the armies now go hide
Cause the crime design, stay nine to five
Enemies retire, and the go up, till 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 changin clothes, when the po po's
Narrow the bass, got them hoes all in my face
And them fake niggas hate, so I different ways
And even when I'm dead and
My live on
me on your arm and tell niggas he got his rhyme on
Murder murder kill killin and shit I spit
For lunatics who be feelin this
Put the gat in my face, I never squeal, keep it real
Pops me the game, bout to bag a feel
We attack like the Men in
You react, if you got a gat
I'll die, camoflauge in my vein
I'll never change in the purple
My name pain, I'm a soldier
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