Luyện nghe bài hát Born to Be a Soldier

(intro p])
What's up and bitches.
It's the 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, these thoughts,
They was scarred into our muthafuckin souls 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! muthafuckas don't you
I got is takes to make your ass feel (? )
You don't wanna rest in this
No soldiers throwin grenades!
Strictly, heavy artillery, calm and
I got your troops runnin from incoming!
Go, go go go, the future
Bout to rip your (? ) vest, split your
The niggas be marchin in the land
we ghetto soldiers, the streets is what made us!
No lve's, no
But we kill our enemies, and humvees!

x 5

p]
Born, to be, a muthafuckin
The don't play, I'm out that tank
in the bank, make niggas thank
At ease when we rank, salute we cap
Fools run they trap, bust caps
die a million deaths, solider dies once
Put on my gold keys, my gat, and my blunt
painted hummer, triple 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 ready to bust keys, (? )
are fuckin, slanging them trees
They gon die in new

x 4

I came out the muthafuckin womb, niggas wanna 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 to drop phat shit
Punk your ass a sac bitch
Yeah, I keep a gat bitch (? ) I 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 your ass like a muthafuckin duck
I put on my camoflauge nigga, straight up my fuckin
Why a muthafucka who ain't 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 of my fatigues
War fatigues, live chess games with the chain
(? ) at the gun range, cause I'll pain
When I'm playing survival games, 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
from this, so all the armies now go hide
Cause the crime design, from nine to five
Enemies retire, and the bigger go up, till my gun up
No limit soldiers, the blow up!

x 3

Assassin, soldier, sniper,
Son of a bitch, arsonist, house
Been there, done most before the sun
We changin clothes, when the po po's
with the bass, got them hoes all in my face
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 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 keep it
Pops gave me the game, to bag a feel
We attack like the men in
You react, if you got a gat
I'll never die, camoflauge in my
never change in the purple rain
My manifest pain, I'm a soldier

x 8