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 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 our muthafuckin 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 your ass (? )
You wanna rest in this parade
No soldiers throwin grenades!
Strictly, heavy artillery, and gunnin
I got ground troops runnin from incoming!
Go, go go go, the caliber
Bout to rip your (? ) vest, split capita
The niggas be in the land camp
Bitch we ghetto soldiers, the streets is made us!
No lve's, no
But we kill our enemies, and humvees!

x 5

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

x 4

I came out the muthafuckin womb, niggas wanna combat
My antics, my ghetto tactics
I smack quick, stick gat nigga to your ass and acrobatic
Nigga what? black, my m-16, is black
I was born to phat shit
your ass like a sac bitch
Yeah, I keep a gat bitch (? ) I react
Blow them soldiers, told ya, and 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 silkk the shocker, I snatch your ass a muthafuckin duck
I put on my camoflauge nigga, up my fuckin boot
Why would a muthafucka who ain't tru 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 bags and
Lil fiend live by the creed
Of broken no seed in the botton of my fatigues
War fatigues, playing live chess with the chain
(? ) at the gun range, cause I'll pain
When I'm playing survival games, that's why I sport a
But are put to rest, but got them right tatted on my chest
I was on my recon, started harm 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, stay from nine to
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, done most the sun rose
We clothes, when the po po's chase
Narrow with the bass, got them hoes all in my
And them fake niggas hate, so I started different
And even I'm dead and gone
My live on
Tatoo me on arm and tell niggas he got his rhyme on
Murder murder killin and shit that I spit
For lunatics who be this shit
Put the gat in my face, I never squeal, nigga keep it
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 in the purple rain
My manifest pain, I'm a soldier

x 8