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 y'all to the muthafuckin,
one of the liuetenants on the tank, Mystikal.
We was all to be soldiers.
See, evil thoughts,
they was scarred our muthafuckin souls 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! Muthafuckas 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, and gunnin
I got your ground 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 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 play, I'm out that tank
Money in the bank, niggas thank
At ease when we rank, cause we cap
Fools run they trap, soldiers bust
Fools die a million deaths, dies once
Put on my gold keys, my gat, and my blunt
Candy painted hummer, triple D's
We it, eyes on our CREAM cause we rowdy
kicked advil, niggas load they carriages
Weapons on the mayor of the cash cause I know
I'm ready to keys, niggas (?)
Niggas are fuckin, slanging trees
They gon die in New
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I came out the muthafuckin womb, wanna combat tank
My ghetto antics, my tactics
I smack quick, another gat nigga to your ass and acrobatic
Nigga Black, my M-16, is black bitch
I was born to drop phat
your ass like a sac bitch
Yeah, I keep a gat (?) I react quick
Blow them soldiers, ya, and that's it
But see, I set my shit off like a (Go, T, Go)
We roll, I said we roll a muthafuckin 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, 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 bags and
Lil Fiend live by the creed
Of broken no seed in the pockets of my fatigues
War fatigues, playing live chess games the chain
(?) at the gun range, cause I'll bring
When I'm survival games, that's why I sport a vest
But are put to rest, but got them right tatted on my chest
I was best on my recon, started and dis
The war from this, is that Fiend was born from
Scarred from this, so all the now go hide
Cause the crime design, from nine to five
Enemies retire, and the go up, till my gun show up
No Limit soldiers, the world up!
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Assassin, soldier, sniper,
Son of a bitch, arsonist, house
Been there, most before the sun rose
We changin clothes, when the po po's
Narrow with the bass, got them hoes all in my
And them fake niggas hate, so I different ways
And when I'm dead and gone
My live on
Tatoo me on arm and tell 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 keep it
Pops gave me the game, bout to bag a
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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