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, these thoughts,
was scarred into 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 to make your ass feel (?)
You don't wanna in this parade
No soldiers throwin grenades!
Strictly, artillery, calm and gunnin
I got your troops runnin from INCOMING!
Go, go go go, the caliber
to rip your (?) vest, split your capita
The niggas be marchin in the land
Bitch we ghetto soldiers, the streets is what us!
No LVE's, no
But we our enemies, and drive humvees!
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Born, to be, a soldier
The colonel don't play, I'm out tank
Money in the bank, make thank
At ease we rank, salute cause we cap
run they trap, soldiers bust caps
Fools die a million deaths, dies once
Put on my gold keys, my gat, and my blunt
Candy painted hummer, gold D's
We bout it, on our CREAM cause we rowdy
Battle advil, niggas load they carriages
on the mayor of the cash cause I know character
I'm ready to keys, niggas (?)
Niggas are fuckin, them trees
gon die in New Orleans
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I came out the muthafuckin womb, niggas wanna combat
My antics, my ghetto tactics
I smack quick, stick another gat to your ass and acrobatic
Nigga what? Black, my M-16, is bitch
I was born to phat shit
Punk your ass a sac bitch
Yeah, I keep a gat bitch (?) I react
Blow 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 come stunt and try to front
I'm the Shocker, I snatch 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 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 and weed
Lil Fiend 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 playing survival games, that's why I sport a
But niggas are put to rest, but got them right tatted on my
I was best on my recon, harm and dis
The war from this, is Fiend was born from this
Scarred this, so all the armies now go hide
Cause the design, stay from nine to five
Enemies retire, and the bigger go up, till my gun up
No Limit soldiers, the blow up!
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Assassin, soldier, sniper,
Son of a bitch, arsonist, house
Been there, done before the sun rose
We changin clothes, when the po chase
Narrow with the bass, got them hoes all in my
And them niggas hate, so I started different ways
And even I'm dead and gone
My legacy'll on
Tatoo me on your arm and niggas he got his rhyme on
Murder murder kill and shit that I spit
For lunatics who be feelin this
Put the gat in my face, I never squeal, nigga it real
gave me the game, bout 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 never in the purple rain
My name pain, I'm a soldier
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