Luyện nghe bài hát Born 2 Be A Soldier

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What's up and bitches.
the muthafuckin kisarme.
It's No Limit, P.
Im'a y'all to the muthafuckin,
one of the hardest on the tank, Mystikal.
We was all to be soldiers.
See, evil thoughts,
they was scarred into our muthafuckin 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 don't you
I got what is takes to make your ass (?)
You don't rest in this parade
No Limit soldiers grenades!
Strictly, heavy artillery, calm and
I got your ground troops runnin INCOMING!
Go, go go go, the future
to rip your (?) vest, split your capita
The niggas be marchin in the land
Bitch we soldiers, the streets is what made us!
No LVE's, no
But we kill our enemies, and humvees!
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Born, to be, a muthafuckin
The colonel play, I'm out that tank
in the bank, make niggas thank
At ease when we rank, cause we cap
Fools run they trap, soldiers caps
die a million deaths, solider dies 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
Weapons on the mayor of the cash cause I know
I'm ready to keys, niggas (?)
Niggas are fuckin, them trees
They gon die in New
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I came out the muthafuckin womb, niggas wanna tank
My ghetto antics, my ghetto
I smack quick, stick another gat nigga to your ass and
Nigga what? Black, my M-16, is black
I was to drop phat shit
Punk ass like a sac bitch
Yeah, I keep a gat bitch (?) I react
Blow 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 stunt and don't try to front
I'm Silkk the Shocker, I snatch your ass a muthafuckin duck
I put on my nigga, straight up my fuckin boot
Why would a muthafucka who TRU laugh at old shoot
face, salute!
Tell soldier, by the way I talk
Tell 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 in the botton pockets of my fatigues
War fatigues, live chess games with the chain
(?) at the gun range, cause bring pain
When I'm survival games, that's why I sport a vest
But niggas are put to rest, but got right tatted on my chest
I was best on my recon, started and dis
The war from this, is that was born from this
Scarred from this, so all the armies now go
Cause the crime design, stay from to five
Enemies retire, and the go up, till my gun show up
No Limit soldiers, the world up!
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Assassin, soldier, sniper,
Son of a bitch, arsonist, burglarer
there, done 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 started different
And even when I'm dead and
My legacy'll on
Tatoo me on your arm and niggas he got his rhyme on
Murder murder killin and shit that I spit
For lunatics who be this shit
Put the gat in my face, I never squeal, nigga it real
Pops gave me the game, to bag a feel
We attack like the Men in
You react, if you got a gat
I'll never die, camoflauge in my
never change in the purple rain
My name manifest pain, I'm a
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