Luyện nghe bài hát Born 2 Be A Soldier

(Intro P])
What's up and bitches.
It's the kisarme.
It's No Limit, 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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Bitch, I'm a soldier!

I was to be a soldier!

Ah, ATTEN!
Hoo! don't you move
I got is takes to make your ass feel (?)
You don't wanna rest in parade
No Limit soldiers grenades!
Strictly, heavy artillery, and gunnin
I got your ground troops from INCOMING!
Go, go go go, the future
to rip your (?) vest, split your capita
The niggas be marchin in the land
Bitch we ghetto soldiers, the streets is made us!
No LVE's, no
But we kill our enemies, and humvees!
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Born, to be, a soldier
The don't play, I'm out that tank
Money in the bank, niggas thank
At ease when we rank, cause we cap
Fools run trap, soldiers bust caps
die a million deaths, solider dies once
Put that on my keys, my gat, and my blunt
Candy painted hummer, triple D's
We bout it, on our CREAM cause we rowdy
Battle kicked advil, niggas load carriages
Weapons on the mayor of the cash I know character
I'm ready to keys, niggas (?)
Niggas are fuckin, slanging trees
gon die in New Orleans
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I came out the muthafuckin womb, niggas combat tank
My antics, my ghetto tactics
I smack quick, stick gat nigga to your ass and acrobatic
what? Black, my M-16, is black bitch
I was born to drop shit
Punk your ass a sac bitch
Yeah, I a gat bitch (?) I react quick
Blow them soldiers, told ya, and it
But see, I set my shit off a punt (Go, T, Go)
We roll, I said we roll like a muthafuckin
See, come stunt and don't try to front
I'm Silkk the Shocker, I your ass like a muthafuckin duck
I put on my nigga, straight up my fuckin boot
Why would a who ain't 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 bags and
Lil Fiend by the soldiers creed
Of no seed in the botton pockets of my fatigues
War fatigues, live chess games with the chain
(?) at the gun range, I'll bring pain
When I'm survival games, that's why I sport a vest
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 that Fiend was born this
from this, so all the armies now go hide
Cause the crime design, stay from to five
retire, and the bigger 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, house
Been there, most before the sun rose
We clothes, when the po po's chase
Narrow the bass, got them hoes all in my face
And them fake hate, so I started 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 the Men in Black
You react, if you got a gat
I'll never die, in my vein
I'll never change in the rain
My manifest pain, I'm a soldier
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