Luyện nghe bài hát Born 2 Be A Soldier

(Intro P])
What's up and bitches.
the muthafuckin kisarme.
It's No Limit, P.
introduce 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! don't you move
I got what is takes to your ass feel (?)
You don't wanna in this parade
No Limit throwin grenades!
Strictly, artillery, calm and gunnin
I got your troops runnin from INCOMING!
Go, go go go, the future
Bout to rip your (?) vest, split capita
The be marchin in the land camp
Bitch we ghetto soldiers, the 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
Money in the bank, make niggas
At ease we rank, salute cause we cap
Fools run trap, soldiers bust caps
Fools die a million deaths, solider dies
Put on my gold keys, my gat, and my blunt
Candy hummer, triple gold D's
We bout it, on our CREAM cause we rowdy
kicked advil, niggas load they carriages
Weapons on the mayor of the cash cause I character
I'm ready to keys, niggas (?)
are fuckin, slanging them trees
They gon die in New
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I out the muthafuckin womb, niggas wanna combat tank
My ghetto antics, my ghetto
I smack quick, stick another gat to your ass and acrobatic
Nigga what? Black, my M-16, is black
I was born to drop phat
Punk your ass like a sac
Yeah, I keep a gat bitch (?) I react
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 stunt and try to front
I'm Silkk the Shocker, I snatch your ass like a duck
I put on my camoflauge nigga, straight up my boot
Why would a who ain't TRU laugh at old shoot
face, salute!
Tell soldier, by the way I talk
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 live by the soldiers
Of no seed in the botton pockets of my fatigues
War fatigues, playing live games with the chain
(?) at the gun range, cause I'll bring
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 on my recon, started harm and dis
The war from this, is that was born from this
from this, so all the armies now go hide
Cause the crime design, stay nine 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 the sun rose
We changin clothes, the po po's chase
with the bass, got them hoes all in my face
And them fake niggas hate, so I started different
And even when I'm and gone
My live on
Tatoo me on your arm and niggas he got his rhyme on
Murder murder kill killin and shit that I
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
never die, camoflauge in my vein
I'll change in the purple rain
My name manifest pain, I'm a
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