Luyện nghe bài hát Im A Soldier

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If somebody got a problem with me, come and it
If the shoe fits it then 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 right my mattress
Please don't let the gold and the diamonds you
I promise it's nothin for your family to you
It's just when you speak to me watch ya tone, the chief on the phone
Bring the to your home, make you sleep under some stones
Z-Ro the Crooked, but you faggots already know my mayne
Know you'd 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 creatin a
I done smoked somebody befo' and smokin's a bad
They say it always take you to your casket, but death
Cause I ain't scared, 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 stankers me reachin for my holster
Sometime I my death is creepin closer
But keep on thuggin like I'm 'posed ta, 'posed ta

Look at the conditions I was livin in, I didn't have a clear then
I needed ends cause was no residence for me to sleep in
Nigga the streets me, man they played me sometime
But a real nigga regroup and take this back on his grind
I was gifted with a grip game, and it stick to the spoon
I'm gifted at spittin make my vocals click to a tune
Bitch I'm schizophrenic, I probably won't stick to mood
Hope I 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 back in the
And we can scrap or we can it to the straps in the hood
You get your or be murdered and won't be back in the hood
way I stack the republic I'm just like that in the hood
Bring to you a hat in public or a hat in the
Niggaz say Rap-A-Lot ain't payin me I ain't got nuttin
If six figures is bein bent over, I'm the fuckin

All you niggaz talk down, just might get walked down
Become another and down these war grounds
Nigga up your hands, just look 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 exit to dig a ditch even, give me the reason
Promise I've lookin to get some stress off
I let the muh'fuckin mac-11 hack under the neck off
Used to be a problem now I'm a problem grown up
I done some evil shit and one day I'ma have to own up
But when I say somethin I mean what I say
I'ma murder you straight up or I can when I spray
Z-Ro the "fuck everybody" from Screwed Up Click
Now I ain't gon' let you bend to tie your shoes up bitch
I'ma launch a Bernard Hopkins type of in your jaw
the way I police my perimeter, Ro is the law