Luyện nghe bài hát Born to 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 liuetenants on the tank, mystikal.
We was all to be soldiers.
See, these thoughts,
They was scarred into our muthafuckin from these wars,
The streets, the ghetto, the hood. the ghetto.

x 7

p]
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 rest in this parade
No limit soldiers grenades!
Strictly, heavy artillery, and gunnin
I got your troops runnin from incoming!
Go, go go go, the future
to rip your (? ) vest, split your capita
The niggas be marchin in the land
Bitch we ghetto soldiers, the streets is what us!
No lve's, no
But we our enemies, and drive humvees!

x 5

p]
Born, to be, a soldier
The colonel play, I'm out that tank
Money in the bank, make niggas
At ease when we rank, salute we cap
Fools run trap, soldiers bust caps
Fools die a million deaths, solider dies
Put that on my keys, my gat, and my blunt
painted hummer, triple gold d's
We bout it, eyes on our cause we rowdy
Battle kicked advil, niggas load they
Weapons on the mayor of the cash cause I character
I'm to bust keys, niggas (? )
are fuckin, slanging them trees
They gon die in new

x 4

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

x 4

Bringin and weed
Lil live by the soldiers creed
Of broken no seed in the botton pockets of my
War fatigues, live 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 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 armies now go
Cause the crime design, stay nine to five
Enemies retire, and the go up, till my gun show up
No limit soldiers, the blow up!

x 3

Assassin, soldier, sniper,
Son of a bitch, arsonist, burglarer
there, done most before the sun rose
We changin clothes, when the po po's
Narrow with the bass, got them all in my face
And them fake niggas hate, so I different ways
And even when I'm dead and
My live on
Tatoo me on arm and tell niggas he got his rhyme on
Murder murder kill killin and that I spit
For lunatics who be feelin shit
Put the gat in my face, I never squeal, nigga it real
Pops gave me the game, to bag a feel
We like the men in black
You react, if you got a gat
I'll never die, camoflauge in my
I'll never change in the rain
My manifest pain, I'm a soldier

x 8