Luyện nghe bài hát Im A Soldier

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If somebody got a problem with me, and address it
If the fits it then walk in it I'm talkin to Texas
See I'm from a section where we kid each other for
So I keep grenades and a chopper under my mattress
Please don't let the gold and the fool you
I it's nothin for your family to lose you
It's just when you speak to me watch ya tone, call the chief on the
Bring the beef to home, make you sleep under some stones
Z-Ro the Crooked, but you faggots already know my mayne
Know love to catch me slippin in the turnin lane mayne
a rap tuck my strap right in back of my britches
I'm just rappin to pay my lawyer for a witness
I done smoked somebody befo' and a bad habit
They say it always take you to your casket, but death
Cause I scared, bitch I'm ready to fly
But until I go I'ma murk niggaz and get my fetti now

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I'm a soldier, these keep me reachin for my holster
Sometime I my death is creepin closer
But I'ma keep on like I'm 'posed ta, 'posed ta

Look at the conditions I was livin in, I have a clear vision then
I needed ends cause there was no residence for me to in
Nigga the streets raised me, man played me sometime
But a real nigga regroup relax and this back on his grind
I was gifted a sick grip game, and it stick to the spoon
Plus I'm gifted at spittin make my vocals click to a
Bitch I'm schizophrenic, I probably won't stick to mood
Hope I don't lose it 'fore I have to bring this to this dude
I some niggaz got somethin to say 'bout me back in the hood
Can't be Mo City, cause I'll be back in the hood
And we can or we can take it to the straps in the hood
You get stuff or be murdered and won't be back in the hood
Same way I the republic I'm just like that in the hood
to you a hat in public or a hat in the hood
Niggaz say Rap-A-Lot ain't payin me like I ain't got
If six is bein bent over, I'm lovin the fuckin

All you niggaz that talk down, might get walked down
Become another statistic and down war grounds
Nigga pull up your hands, just at each other
But guaranteed to beat up a he gon' wanna make me suffer
So I shoot first, look at his burst, bleedin
And exit to dig a ditch that's even, me the reason
Promise been lookin to get some stress off
I let the mac-11 hack everything under the neck off
Used to be a problem child now I'm a grown up
I done done some evil and one day I'ma have to own up
But when I say homey I mean what I say
murder you straight up or I can lean when I spray
Z-Ro the "fuck everybody" nigga Screwed Up Click
Now I ain't gon' let you bend over to tie shoes up bitch
I'ma launch a Bernard type of blow in your jaw
the way I police my perimeter, Ro is the law