Luyện nghe bài hát Born to Be a Soldier

(intro p])
up niggas 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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p]
Bitch, I'm a soldier!

I was to be a soldier!

Ah, atten!
Hoo! muthafuckas you move
I got what is takes to your ass feel (? )
You don't wanna rest in parade
No limit throwin grenades!
Strictly, heavy artillery, calm and
I got your ground runnin from incoming!
Go, go go go, the caliber
Bout to rip your (? ) vest, split your
The niggas be in the land camp
Bitch we soldiers, the streets is what made us!
No lve's, no
But we our enemies, and drive humvees!

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Born, to be, a soldier
The colonel play, I'm out that tank
in the bank, make niggas thank
At ease when we rank, salute we cap
Fools run they trap, soldiers caps
Fools die a million deaths, solider dies
Put that on my gold keys, my gat, and my
Candy painted hummer, triple 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 ready to keys, niggas (? )
Niggas are fuckin, slanging them
gon die in new orleans

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I came out the womb, niggas wanna combat tank
My ghetto antics, my tactics
I smack quick, stick another gat nigga to your ass and
Nigga what? black, my m-16, is black
I was born to drop shit
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 a punt (go, t, go)
We roll, I said we like a muthafuckin blunt
See, don't come stunt and try to front
I'm silkk the shocker, I snatch your ass like a duck
I put on my camoflauge nigga, straight up my boot
Why would a muthafucka who 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 and weed
Lil live by the soldiers creed
Of broken no in the botton pockets of my fatigues
War fatigues, playing live chess games with the
(? ) at the gun range, cause bring pain
When I'm playing survival games, why I sport a vest
But niggas are put to rest, but got them right tatted on my
I was on my recon, started harm and dis
The war this, is that fiend was born from this
from this, so all the armies now go hide
Cause the crime design, stay nine to five
Enemies retire, and the bigger go up, till my gun up
No soldiers, the world blow up!

x 3

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 the bass, got them hoes all in my face
And them niggas hate, so I started different ways
And even I'm dead and gone
My legacy'll on
Tatoo me on arm and tell niggas he got his rhyme on
Murder murder kill and shit that I spit
For lunatics who be feelin this
Put the gat in my face, I never squeal, nigga it real
Pops gave me the game, to bag a feel
We attack like the men in
You react, if you got a gat
never die, camoflauge in my vein
I'll never change in the purple
My name manifest pain, I'm a

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