Luyện nghe bài hát Born 2 Be A Soldier

(Intro P])
What's up 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! don't you move
I got what is takes to make your ass (?)
You don't wanna rest in 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 be marchin in the land camp
Bitch we ghetto soldiers, the is what made 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 that
Money in the bank, make niggas
At ease when we rank, cause we cap
run they trap, soldiers bust caps
Fools die a million deaths, solider once
Put that on my gold keys, my gat, and my
Candy painted hummer, gold D's
We it, eyes on our CREAM cause we rowdy
Battle kicked advil, niggas load carriages
Weapons on the of the cash cause I know character
I'm to bust keys, niggas (?)
are fuckin, slanging them trees
They gon die in New
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I came out the womb, niggas wanna combat tank
My ghetto antics, my tactics
I smack quick, another gat nigga to your ass and acrobatic
Nigga what? Black, my M-16, is black
I was born to phat shit
Punk your ass a sac bitch
Yeah, I keep a gat (?) I react quick
Blow soldiers, told ya, and that's it
But see, I set my shit off like a (Go, T, Go)
We roll, I said we roll like a blunt
See, don't come and don't try to front
I'm Silkk the Shocker, I your ass like a muthafuckin duck
I put on my camoflauge nigga, up my fuckin boot
Why a muthafucka who ain't TRU laugh at old shoot
face, salute!
Tell soldier, by the way I talk
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 Fiend live by the creed
Of broken no seed in the botton pockets of my
War fatigues, playing live chess with the chain
(?) at the gun range, I'll bring pain
I'm playing survival games, that's why I sport a vest
But niggas are put to rest, but got them tatted on my chest
I was best on my recon, started and dis
The war from this, is that Fiend was 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 soldiers, the world blow up!
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Assassin, soldier, sniper,
Son of a bitch, arsonist, burglarer
Been there, done most before the sun
We changin clothes, the po po's chase
Narrow with the bass, got them hoes all in my
And them fake niggas hate, so I started different
And even I'm dead and gone
My legacy'll on
Tatoo me on your arm and tell niggas he got his on
Murder murder kill killin and that I spit
For who be feelin this shit
Put the gat in my face, I never squeal, nigga it real
Pops gave me the game, bout to bag a
We like the Men in Black
You react, if you got a gat
I'll never die, camoflauge in my
I'll change in the purple rain
My name manifest pain, I'm a
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