Luyện nghe bài hát Im A Soldier

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

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

Look at the conditions I was livin in, I didn't a clear vision then
I needed cause there was no residence for me to sleep in
Nigga the streets raised me, man played me sometime
But a real nigga regroup relax and take back on his grind
I was with 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 everyday I'll be in the hood
And we can scrap or we can it to the straps in the hood
You get your stuff or be and won't be back in the hood
Same way I stack the republic I'm just that in the hood
Bring to you a hat in public or a hat in the
Niggaz say Rap-A-Lot payin me like I ain't got nuttin
If six figures is bein bent over, I'm the fuckin

All you niggaz that talk down, just get walked down
Become another and down these war grounds
Nigga pull up hands, just look at each other
But guaranteed to beat up a bitch he gon' wanna me suffer
So I shoot first, at his head burst, bleedin
And exit to dig a ditch even, give me the reason
I've been lookin to get some stress off
I let the muh'fuckin mac-11 hack everything under the off
to be a problem child now I'm a problem 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" from Screwed Up Click
Now I ain't gon' let you over to tie your shoes up bitch
launch a Bernard Hopkins type of blow in your jaw
That's the way I my perimeter, Ro is the law