Luyện nghe bài hát Born to Be a Soldier

(intro p])
up niggas and bitches.
It's the 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, these thoughts,
They was scarred into our muthafuckin souls from 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 is takes to make your ass feel (? )
You wanna rest in this parade
No limit throwin grenades!
Strictly, heavy artillery, and gunnin
I got your ground runnin from incoming!
Go, go go go, the future
Bout to rip your (? ) vest, split capita
The niggas be marchin in the land
we ghetto soldiers, the streets is what made us!
No lve's, no
But we our enemies, and drive humvees!

x 5

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

x 4

I came out the muthafuckin womb, niggas wanna tank
My ghetto antics, my tactics
I smack quick, stick another gat nigga to your ass and
Nigga what? black, my m-16, is bitch
I was to drop 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 like a (go, t, go)
We roll, I said we roll a muthafuckin blunt
See, don't come and don't try to front
I'm silkk the shocker, I snatch ass like a muthafuckin duck
I put on my nigga, straight up my fuckin boot
Why would a who ain't tru laugh at old shoot
face, salute!
Tell soldier, by the way I talk
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, why I sport a vest
But niggas are put to rest, but got them tatted on my chest
I was on my recon, started harm and dis
The war from this, is fiend was born from this
Scarred from this, so all the now go hide
Cause the crime design, stay from to five
Enemies retire, and the go up, till my gun show up
No limit soldiers, the blow up!

x 3

Assassin, soldier, sniper,
Son of a bitch, arsonist, burglarer
Been there, done most the sun rose
We changin clothes, when the po chase
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 your arm and tell he got his rhyme on
Murder kill killin and shit that I spit
For lunatics who be feelin shit
Put the gat in my face, I squeal, nigga keep it real
Pops gave me the game, to bag a feel
We attack the men in black
You react, if you got a gat
I'll never die, in my vein
I'll change in the purple rain
My manifest pain, I'm a soldier

x 8