Luyện nghe bài hát I'm a Soldier

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

I don't give a fuck you niggas from,
East to Westcoast bang my gun,
You better wear a vest when you outside,
'cause niggah this's 'til i die

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

1]

He with Dre, he gon' sell,
will he do a mil' plus or he end up in jail?
get close to the speaker, i got a story to tell,
he went from the front porch to the cover of X-L
i one in the heart, i'm ready to die
and all this hennesey'll make a crash the G-5
catch me at a stop sign, niggah i drunk,
i'm gangsta i pop mine leave you eye in the
tie you ass up, let you die in the trunk,
i'm from westside compton, niggah i a punk
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?
ride through the CPT, my painted on them bricks
and die with 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 Chronic+ out,
a +Doggystyle+ for breakfast, lunch was +Reasonable
I ain't know how to count bars, i was on napkins(?)
high as i wrote my first sixteen to +Illmatic+
I was in the fightin' with niggaz, over who the best MC
Ice-Cube, Snoop or Xzibit
and how the east been the killin'
since them niggaz walked in new york and crushed the buildings
then marcy-project niggah came and stole the crown,
right after the of NY got shot down,
ten years later I'm in Harlem killin' mixtapes,
they like me, i want them to love me they love Mase,
but holla in LA niggaz tell ya they hate me,
and the is to catch me with my gun on safety
niggah I'm breathin', I ain't dead,
next you try to kill me, put one in my head

3]

Before Jimmy Iovine the kid IV(?),
these bitch niggaz 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 just sit inside the ferarri and roll up a
and i compared to shyne like shyne was compared to biggie,
i'm from compton, he from new york
come on really, you gotta be kiddin', nobody biggie but biggie,
but i'm a six figi niggi, and i Fifty,
but don't mean i can get you backstage at awards,
or 'cause you went to I'ma take you on tour,
'cause he got two he can't get hit with the four,
and 'cause he wear a don't make him tupac shakur,
when you see me in the streets, ain't no guards,
no L.A.P.D, no proof cars, I'm a gangsta!