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 hardest on the tank, mystikal.
We was all to be soldiers.
See, evil thoughts,
They was scarred into our souls 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 make ass feel (? )
You don't wanna rest in parade
No soldiers throwin grenades!
Strictly, heavy artillery, calm and
I got ground troops runnin from incoming!
Go, go go go, the future
Bout to rip your (? ) vest, your capita
The niggas be in the land camp
Bitch we soldiers, the streets is what made us!
No lve's, no
But we kill our enemies, and humvees!

x 5

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

x 4

I came out the muthafuckin womb, 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 born to drop shit
Punk ass like a sac bitch
Yeah, I a gat bitch (? ) 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 roll like a blunt
See, don't stunt and don't try to front
I'm the shocker, I snatch your ass like a muthafuckin duck
I put on my camoflauge nigga, 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 soldier, by the way I march (right, left, left)
I was to be a soldier!

x 4

Bringin and weed
Lil fiend by the soldiers creed
Of broken no seed in the botton of my fatigues
War fatigues, playing live chess games with the
(? ) at the gun range, I'll bring pain
I'm playing survival games, that's why I sport a vest
But niggas are put to rest, but got them right tatted on my
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 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 before the sun rose
We changin clothes, the po po's chase
with the bass, got them hoes all in my face
And them fake hate, so I started different ways
And even when I'm and gone
My legacy'll on
Tatoo me on your arm and tell he got his rhyme on
Murder murder kill killin and that I spit
For lunatics who be this shit
Put the gat in my face, I never squeal, keep it real
Pops me the game, bout to bag a feel
We attack like the men in
You react, if you got a gat
I'll die, camoflauge in my vein
never change in the purple rain
My manifest pain, I'm a soldier

x 8