Luyện nghe bài hát Im A Soldier

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If somebody got a problem with me, come and it
If the shoe it then walk in it I'm talkin to Texas
See I'm a section 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 nothin for your to lose you
It's just 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 know my name mayne
Know love 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 a witness
I done smoked befo' and smokin's a bad habit
They say it always take you to casket, but fuck death
I ain't 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, stankers keep me reachin for my holster
Sometime I my death is creepin closer
But I'ma on thuggin like I'm 'posed ta, 'posed ta

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

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