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 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 wanna rest in this parade
No Limit throwin grenades!
Strictly, heavy artillery, calm and
I got your ground troops from INCOMING!
Go, go go go, the future
to rip your (?) vest, split your capita
The niggas be in the land camp
Bitch we soldiers, the streets is what made us!
No LVE's, no
But we kill our enemies, and humvees!
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P]
Born, to be, a soldier
The don't play, I'm out that tank
Money in the bank, make thank
At ease we rank, salute cause we cap
Fools run they trap, bust caps
die a million deaths, solider dies once
Put that on my gold keys, my gat, and my
Candy hummer, triple 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, slanging trees
gon die in New Orleans
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I came out the womb, niggas wanna combat tank
My ghetto antics, my tactics
I smack quick, stick another gat nigga to your ass and
Nigga what? Black, my M-16, is bitch
I was to drop phat shit
Punk your ass like a sac
Yeah, I keep a gat bitch (?) I quick
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 like a muthafuckin
See, don't stunt and don't try to front
I'm Silkk the Shocker, I snatch your ass like a duck
I put on my camoflauge nigga, up my fuckin boot
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 in the botton pockets of my fatigues
War fatigues, playing live chess games with the
(?) 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 right tatted on my
I was best on my recon, started and dis
The war this, is that Fiend was born from this
Scarred from this, so all the 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 world up!
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Assassin, soldier, sniper,
Son of a bitch, arsonist, house
Been there, done most the sun rose
We clothes, when the po po's chase
Narrow the bass, got them hoes all in my face
And them niggas hate, so I started different ways
And even when I'm and gone
My legacy'll on
Tatoo me on your arm and tell he got his rhyme on
murder kill killin and shit that I spit
For lunatics who be feelin shit
Put the gat in my face, I squeal, nigga keep it real
gave me the game, bout to bag a feel
We attack like the Men in
You react, if you got a gat
never die, camoflauge in my vein
I'll never in the purple rain
My manifest pain, I'm a soldier
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