Luyện nghe bài hát I'm a Soldier

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

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

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

1]

He signed Dre, he gon' sell,
he do a mil' plus or will he end up in jail?
get real to the speaker, i got a story to tell,
he went from the front to the cover of double X-L
i took one in the heart, i'm to die
and all this hennesey'll a nigga crash the G-5
catch me at a stop sign, 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 ain't a
streets is talkin, is he cali? is he from queens?
do he ghost for P. Diddy, can he ME A sixteen?
did he take 5 is he a blood or a crip?
through the CPT, my hood painted on them bricks
and I'ma die with a empty clip, 'cause I'm a 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, lunch was Doubt+
I ain't know how to count bars, i was on napkins(?)
high as fuck i wrote my first to +Illmatic+
I was in the hood fightin' with niggaz, over who the MC
Ice-Cube, Snoop or Xzibit
and how the east been makin' the
since them long-beach niggaz walked in new york and the buildings
then this marcy-project came and stole the crown,
after 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 niggaz tell ya they hate me,
and the plan is to me with my gun on safety
niggah I'm breathin', I ain't dead,
time you try to kill me, put one in my head

3]

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