Luyện nghe bài hát I'm a Soldier

Yo Mel, they to kill me man,
Five Shots and I'm still nigguh! (hahaha!)

I don't give a where you niggas from,
East to Westcoast I'ma my gun,
You wear a vest when you come outside,
'cause niggah this's Westside i die

I'm a motherfucking niggah,
I'm a niggah,
I'm a Soldier niggah,
I'm a Soldier

1]

He signed Dre, he gon' sell,
will he do a mil' plus or he end up in jail?
get real close to the speaker, i got a to tell,
he went from the front porch to the of double X-L
i one in the heart, i'm ready to die
and all this make a nigga crash the G-5
catch me at a sign, niggah i ain't drunk,
i'm i pop mine leave you eye in the pump
tie you ass up, let you die in the trunk,
i'm from westside compton, niggah i a punk
is talkin, is he from cali? is he from queens?
do he ghost for P. Diddy, can he ME A sixteen?
did he 5 shots? is he a blood or a crip?
ride through the CPT, my painted on them bricks
and I'ma die a empty clip, 'cause I'm a ghetto boy
i just rap a lot like (the boss of rap a lot)

2]

In '99 i studied +The inside out,
a +Doggystyle+ for breakfast, was +Reasonable Doubt+
I know how to count bars, i was writin' on napkins(?)
high as fuck i wrote my first sixteen to
I was in the hood fightin' niggaz, over who the best MC
Ice-Cube, Snoop or Xzibit
and how the east been makin' the
since them long-beach niggaz walked in new york and crushed the
then this marcy-project came and stole the crown,
right the king of NY got shot down,
ten years I'm in Harlem killin' them mixtapes,
they like me, i want to love me like they love Mase,
but holla in LA them niggaz tell ya hate me,
and the plan is to catch me with my gun on
niggah I'm still breathin', I dead,
time you try to kill me, put one in my head

3]

Before Iovine the kid wasn't IV(?),
bitch niggaz tried to take my live for five G's,
i was in the projects, two o' in the mornin',
madden, niggaz kicked in the door and start blastin',
niggah i'm a gangsta, i need no pitty,
i sit inside the ferarri and roll up a fillie
and i been compared to shyne like shyne was to biggie,
i'm from compton, he new york city
come on really, you be kiddin', ain't nobody biggie but biggie,
but i'm a six figi niggi, and i Fifty,
but that mean i can get you backstage at awards,
or you went to highschool I'ma take you on tour,
he got two bodyguards he can't get hit with the four,
and he wear a vest don't make him tupac shakur,
when you see me in the streets, no security guards,
no L.A.P.D, no proof cars, I'm a gangsta!