Luyện nghe bài hát Im A Soldier

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If somebody got a problem with me, come and it
If the fits it then walk in it I'm talkin to Texas
See I'm from a where we kid each other for practice
So I keep grenades and a chopper under my mattress
Please don't let the gold and the diamonds you
I promise it's 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 home, make you sleep under some stones
Z-Ro the Crooked, but you already know my name mayne
Know you'd to catch me slippin in the turnin lane mayne
Fuck a rap my strap right in back of my britches
I'm just rappin to pay my lawyer for creatin a
I done smoked somebody befo' and smokin's a bad
They say it always take you to casket, but fuck death
Cause I scared, bitch I'm ready to fly
But until I go murk niggaz and get my fetti right now

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I'm a soldier, these stankers keep me for my holster
Sometime I feel my death is 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 cause there was no residence for me to sleep in
the streets raised me, man they played me sometime
But a real nigga regroup relax and this back on his grind
I was gifted with a sick grip game, and it to the spoon
Plus I'm gifted at spittin my vocals click to a tune
Bitch I'm schizophrenic, I probably stick to this mood
I don't lose it 'fore I have to bring this brick to this dude
I heard some niggaz got somethin to say 'bout me back in the
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 murdered and be back in the hood
Same way I stack the I'm just like that in the hood
Bring to you a hat in or a hat in the hood
Niggaz say ain't payin me like I ain't got nuttin
If six figures is bent over, I'm lovin the fuckin

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