Luyện nghe bài hát Born to Be a Soldier

(intro p])
What's up and bitches.
the muthafuckin kisarme.
It's no limit, p.
Im'a introduce 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! muthafuckas don't you
I got what is to make your ass feel (? )
You don't wanna rest in parade
No limit soldiers grenades!
Strictly, heavy artillery, and gunnin
I got your ground troops runnin incoming!
Go, go go go, the caliber
Bout to rip your (? ) vest, your capita
The niggas be marchin in the camp
Bitch we soldiers, the streets 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 don't play, I'm out that tank
Money in the bank, make niggas
At ease we rank, salute cause we cap
Fools run they trap, bust caps
Fools die a million deaths, dies once
Put on my gold keys, my gat, and my blunt
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 cause I character
I'm to bust keys, niggas (? )
Niggas are fuckin, them trees
gon die in new orleans

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I came out the muthafuckin womb, niggas combat tank
My ghetto antics, my ghetto
I smack quick, stick another gat nigga to your ass and
Nigga black, my m-16, is black bitch
I was born to phat shit
your ass like a sac bitch
Yeah, I keep a gat (? ) I react quick
Blow soldiers, told ya, and that's it
But see, I set my shit off a punt (go, t, go)
We roll, I said we roll like a blunt
See, don't come and don't try to front
I'm silkk the shocker, I snatch your ass a muthafuckin duck
I put on my camoflauge nigga, straight up my fuckin
Why would a muthafucka who ain't tru laugh at old
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 live by the soldiers creed
Of no seed in the botton pockets of my fatigues
War fatigues, live chess games with the chain
(? ) at the gun range, cause I'll pain
When I'm playing games, that's why I sport a vest
But niggas are put to rest, but got them tatted on my chest
I was best on my recon, started and dis
The war from this, is that was born 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, my gun show up
No soldiers, the world blow up!

x 3

Assassin, soldier, sniper,
Son of a bitch, arsonist, burglarer
Been there, most before the sun rose
We changin clothes, when the po chase
Narrow the bass, got them hoes all in my face
And fake niggas hate, so I started different ways
And even I'm dead and gone
My legacy'll on
Tatoo me on your arm and tell he got his rhyme on
Murder murder kill killin and shit I spit
For lunatics who be this shit
Put the gat in my face, I never squeal, nigga it real
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 change in the purple rain
My name manifest pain, I'm a

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