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 introduce to the muthafuckin,
one of the liuetenants 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 make your ass (?)
You don't rest in this parade
No Limit soldiers grenades!
Strictly, heavy artillery, calm and
I got ground troops runnin from INCOMING!
Go, go go go, the caliber
Bout to rip your (?) vest, your capita
The niggas be marchin in the camp
Bitch we ghetto soldiers, the streets is made us!
No LVE's, no
But we our enemies, and drive humvees!
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Born, to be, a muthafuckin
The colonel don't play, I'm out that
Money in the bank, make niggas
At ease when we rank, salute we cap
Fools run they trap, bust caps
Fools die a million deaths, solider dies
Put that on my keys, my gat, and my blunt
Candy hummer, triple gold D's
We bout it, on our CREAM cause we rowdy
Battle kicked advil, niggas they carriages
on the mayor 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 muthafuckin womb, niggas wanna tank
My ghetto antics, my 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 ass like a sac bitch
Yeah, I keep a gat (?) 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, don't stunt and don't try to front
I'm Silkk the Shocker, I snatch your ass like a muthafuckin
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
Tell I'ma soldier, by the way I (Right, left, left)
I was to be a soldier!
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Bringin bags and
Lil Fiend by the soldiers creed
Of broken no seed in the botton pockets of my
War fatigues, playing chess games with the chain
(?) at the gun range, I'll bring 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, started and dis
The war from this, is that Fiend was from this
Scarred from this, so all the now go hide
Cause the crime design, 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 before the sun rose
We changin clothes, when the po chase
with the bass, got them hoes all in my face
And them fake 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 killin and that I spit
For who be feelin this shit
Put the gat in my face, I never squeal, keep it real
Pops gave me the game, to bag a feel
We attack like the Men in
You react, if you got a gat
I'll die, camoflauge in my vein
I'll change in the purple rain
My name manifest pain, I'm a
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