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 y'all to the muthafuckin,
One of the liuetenants on the tank, mystikal.
We was all to be soldiers.
See, these 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! muthafuckas don't you
I got what is takes to make ass feel (? )
You wanna rest in this parade
No limit soldiers grenades!
Strictly, heavy artillery, calm and
I got your ground runnin from incoming!
Go, go go go, the caliber
to rip your (? ) vest, split your capita
The niggas be marchin in the camp
Bitch we ghetto soldiers, the 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
Money in the bank, make thank
At ease when we rank, cause we cap
Fools run they trap, bust caps
Fools die a million deaths, solider once
Put that on my keys, my gat, and my blunt
Candy painted hummer, gold d's
We bout it, eyes on our cream we rowdy
kicked advil, niggas load they carriages
Weapons on the mayor of the cash I know character
I'm ready to keys, niggas (? )
Niggas are fuckin, slanging them
They gon die in new

x 4

I came out the muthafuckin womb, niggas combat 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 born to phat shit
Punk 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 like a (go, t, go)
We roll, I we roll like a muthafuckin blunt
See, don't stunt and don't try to front
I'm silkk the shocker, I snatch your ass like a muthafuckin
I put on my camoflauge nigga, straight up my 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 by the soldiers creed
Of broken no in the botton pockets of my fatigues
War fatigues, playing chess games with the chain
(? ) at the gun range, cause I'll pain
When I'm survival games, that's why I sport a vest
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, from nine to five
retire, and the bigger go up, till my gun show up
No limit soldiers, the world up!

x 3

Assassin, soldier, sniper,
Son of a bitch, arsonist, burglarer
Been there, done before the sun rose
We changin clothes, when the po chase
Narrow with the bass, got them all in my face
And fake niggas hate, so I started different ways
And even when I'm dead and
My legacy'll on
Tatoo me on your arm and tell niggas he got his on
Murder kill killin and shit that I spit
For lunatics who be feelin shit
Put the gat in my face, I never squeal, nigga it real
Pops me the game, bout to bag a feel
We like the men in black
You react, if you got a gat
I'll die, camoflauge in my vein
never change in the purple rain
My name pain, I'm a soldier

x 8