Luyện nghe bài hát Draft Me

*female newsreporter

"Also the, from the defense department that they launched
some fifty Tomahawk missiles
Not from ahh US ships but also from British
in the area"

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Draft me! I wanna fight for my
Jump in a and murder those monkeys!
Draft me! I'm too to fail
Justice prevail (Justice must prevail!)

Yo, I wanna get drafted, I wanna see somebody get ass kicked
with standard tactics
Fuck brass knuckles, punch you with brass fists
Totally flowin with my emotions in my moment of
I'll wake up the whole barracks, you on your matress
And at you like, "What's the matter?"
You better go to your bed, before I have to act up
You be the next one to get ripped you jacker!
You better not the captain
I might shoot you with the mack 10 at target practice
through the obstacle course, up and across
Over the logs, five more, damn soldier you
Come on, I wanna be and docile
ya legs like popsicle sticks, put you in a hospital
Stand over top of you, put a pillow over your
and feel so sorrowful
It doesn't make me powerful, it's just a parable
It's just a rhyme really none of is tangible
So don't ask me about it, I won't get at you
And I get angry, I just won't answer you
You better go get in or lift some weights nigga
next time I see you I'ma be a ape nigga
Lemme out you still callin out my name
I'll crash into your tourbus with a plane

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Fuckin with my freedom, a muh'fucker bleedin
Leave 'em in like a infant when he teethin
It's huntin season, and ya ones grievin
'cause I never back up (no sir) I never down
Ask (Ha!) From the bell to the last round
down, dick in the dirt, hit 'em where it hurt
Make the my lil' bitch in a skirt
'cause when it rained it poured, this ain't a it's war
One goal, one aim son, same as
Alotta to endure, terrain to explore
And I'ma hold my weapon right I was trained in the Corp
You don't want no trouble, city reduced to rubble
And we gon' make it happen, quick, fast, and on the
me!

So y'all go get y'all shuffles!
(Draft me) The situation's gettin
So who better butt me, and put to sleep the
me, pass me, the M-16
Give me a buzz cut, ask me if I give a
I'm comin out blastin, four-fashion
close castin, for weapons of mass-distraction
Outlastin, all the in my company
Fightin for my family, and the cats that up with me
My Band of Brothers, rarely just smother the
Razor blades cut ya face and leave a so you remember me
Lurkin, to y'all with bloody red turbans
Screamin "Jihad!" while y'all to a false god
We ready for, all out war, time to settle the score
Grab a .44 and dump into nigga's
Draft me, you ain't gotta ask me, I'm ready
With the Rambo machete, using that's deadly
Draft me, I to God, we ready for the Taliban
Drop the bomb, and huddle with some nuclear laws, on!

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(as Stan)]
Truthfully, I wouldn't wanna go to war if they me
I'd puff hashies and talk about headies and Lassie
I was just sayin to last week
I heard a record called Channel 0 that was mad
When I'm overseas I can't eat, the food is
Bis has a seafood fancy, I'm to crabby
draft me, your all in my new family
I'll have a time wavin gats at the ???
If I get hit, one of the carry me
So g'head me, g'head draft me

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*George W. talking*

"The only way to peace is to pursue those that threaten it
We did not ask for this mission, but we will it..."