Luyện nghe bài hát Brang Yo Army!

Verse 1: peter the

I walk in hell, bucking and fighting, and biting
Throwing bows, showing gold's, and smoking
yak in the back, presidential
Hand in hand the devil, my team imperial
We don't hang with that busta they call
The first disciple, 30 from the rifle
Grab his like a reaper
A.k.a. better known as peter
'em up with the powder
Best believe I'm a
The pastor said sic him and whoever else 'em
And watch me and my boys go and him, we ready

(pastor troy)
I somebody's bout to die (4x then to background of hook)

4x

You say you want me, but you betta yo army
Dez georgia rebels ain't gone let nobody me

2: blackout

Killa, disabled, stable, mentally the name 'em
But yet I over God given talents
Enter near it, cause and repercussions, and damages
at them, iceberg slim, seeking titanic
Creeping slow
Bobin' and we broke a do'
rules the nation so I roll while I smoke
This one goes out to my
This one they caught in smoke
Bungey jumping, hang gliding, and sliding of ski
Went from busta's dope, over used to be coke
I cope, cut throat, rhymes over dope
I go fo'

3: pinhead

Smoking on that reefer, with the street
Suckers I got up can't run from the grand reaper
Peep a, miracle game so lame that you can't
You tried to steal a track from the pastor and got
I brought my folks
My folks that keep it
We drinking on that brandi and we handy with the
Better guard yo grill, hard to kill, steven segal
when I see him fall, i'ma shatter his brains against the wall

(pastor troy)

I think somebody's to die 4x then to background of hook

4x

You say you want me, but you betta yo army
Dez georgia rebels ain't let nobody harm me

4: pastor troy

Okay they got me and I'm mad
And I'm to fight
One hundred eighty pounds strong, but watch how I
They takin flight, cause this buster ackin' like my
Hit 'em seventeen times with that desert eagle
my people, in georgia, ignore ya, I can't
Get dumped off in miami riding on candy
Now you believe I got a body in my trunk?
I'm crunk out the window, hell yeah!, I shot the
The to dump, the first one that punk scatter
I'm high I'm drunk, put I'm still labeled pastor
So any bastard, got plans to harm me
You best of be cause I got a army

(pastor troy)

I think somebody's bout to die 4x then to of hook

Hook end

You say you want me, but you betta brang yo
Dez georgia rebels ain't gone let nobody me