Luyện nghe bài hát Born to Be a Soldier

(intro p])
up niggas and bitches.
It's the kisarme.
no limit, master p.
Im'a y'all 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! muthafuckas you move
I got what is takes to make your ass (? )
You don't wanna rest in parade
No soldiers throwin grenades!
Strictly, artillery, calm and gunnin
I got your ground troops runnin incoming!
Go, go go go, the caliber
Bout to rip your (? ) vest, split capita
The niggas be in the land camp
Bitch we ghetto soldiers, the streets is made us!
No lve's, no
But we our enemies, and drive humvees!

x 5

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Born, to be, a muthafuckin
The colonel don't play, I'm out tank
in the bank, make niggas thank
At when we rank, salute cause we cap
run they trap, soldiers bust caps
Fools die a deaths, solider dies once
Put that on my gold keys, my gat, and my
Candy painted hummer, gold d's
We bout it, eyes on our cream cause we
Battle kicked advil, niggas load they
Weapons on the mayor of the cash I know character
I'm ready to bust keys, (? )
Niggas are fuckin, slanging trees
They gon die in new

x 4

I came out the muthafuckin womb, wanna combat tank
My ghetto antics, my ghetto
I smack quick, another gat nigga to your ass and acrobatic
Nigga what? black, my m-16, is black
I was born to drop phat
Punk your ass a sac bitch
Yeah, I keep a gat (? ) I react quick
them soldiers, told ya, and that's it
But see, I set my shit off like a (go, t, go)
We roll, I we roll like a muthafuckin blunt
See, don't come stunt and don't try to
I'm silkk the shocker, I snatch your ass a muthafuckin duck
I put on my camoflauge nigga, straight up my boot
Why would a muthafucka who ain't tru 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!

x 4

Bringin bags and
Lil live by the soldiers creed
Of broken no seed in the pockets of my fatigues
War fatigues, playing live chess games the chain
(? ) at the gun range, I'll bring pain
When I'm playing games, that's why I sport a vest
But niggas are put to rest, but got right tatted on my chest
I was best on my recon, started and dis
The war from this, is that fiend was born from
from this, so all the armies now go hide
Cause the design, stay from nine to five
retire, and the bigger go up, till my gun show up
No limit soldiers, the blow up!

x 3

Assassin, soldier, sniper,
Son of a bitch, arsonist, house
Been there, done most the sun rose
We changin clothes, when the po chase
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 your arm and tell he got his rhyme on
Murder murder kill killin and shit I spit
For who be feelin this shit
Put the gat in my face, I never squeal, nigga keep it
Pops gave me the game, 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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