Luyện nghe bài hát I'm a Soldier

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

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

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

1]

He signed with Dre, he 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 porch to the cover of double X-L
i took one in the heart, i'm to die
and all this make a nigga crash the G-5
catch me at a stop sign, niggah i drunk,
i'm gangsta i pop leave you eye in the pump
tie you ass up, let you die in the trunk,
i'm from compton, niggah i ain't 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 hood on them bricks
and I'ma die with a empty clip, I'm a ghetto boy
i rap a lot like J-Prince (the boss of rap a lot)

2]

In '99 i studied +The inside out,
a +Doggystyle+ for breakfast, lunch was +Reasonable
I ain't how to count bars, i was writin' 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 makin' the killin'
since them long-beach niggaz walked in new and crushed the buildings
then this niggah came and stole the crown,
after the king of NY got shot down,
ten years later I'm in killin' them mixtapes,
they me, i want them to love me like they love Mase,
but holla in LA niggaz tell ya they hate me,
and the plan is to catch me my gun on safety
I'm still breathin', I ain't dead,
next you try to kill me, put one in my head

3]

Before Jimmy the kid wasn't IV(?),
these niggaz tried to take my live for five G's,
i was in the projects, two o' in the mornin',
playin' madden, niggaz kicked in the and start blastin',
niggah i'm a gangsta, i don't 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 from new york
come on really, you gotta be kiddin', ain't nobody but biggie,
but i'm a six figi niggi, and i Fifty,
but that don't mean i can get you at awards,
or 'cause you went to highschool take you on tour,
'cause he got two he can't get hit with the four,
and 'cause he wear a vest don't make him shakur,
when you see me in the streets, ain't no guards,
no L.A.P.D, no proof cars, I'm a gangsta!