Luyện nghe bài hát Im A Soldier

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If somebody got a problem me, come and address it
If the shoe it then walk in it I'm talkin to Texas
See I'm from a section we kid each other for practice
So I keep grenades and a chopper right my mattress
Please don't let the gold and the diamonds you
I promise nothin for your family to lose you
It's when you speak to me watch ya tone, call the chief on the phone
Bring the beef to your home, make you sleep under some
Z-Ro the Crooked, but you already know my name mayne
Know you'd love to catch me slippin in the lane mayne
Fuck a rap my strap right in back of my britches
I'm just to pay my lawyer for creatin a witness
I done smoked befo' 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 until I go 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 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 there was no for me to sleep in
Nigga the streets raised me, man they played me
But a real regroup relax and take 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 to a tune
Bitch I'm schizophrenic, I probably won't to this mood
Hope I don't lose it 'fore I have to bring this brick to this
I heard some niggaz got to say 'bout me back in the hood
Can't be Mo City, everyday I'll be back in the hood
And we can scrap or we can take it to the in the hood
You get your stuff or be murdered and be back in the hood
Same way I the republic I'm just like that in the hood
Bring to you a hat in or a hat in the hood
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 might get down
Become statistic and down these war grounds
Nigga pull up hands, just look at each other
But guaranteed to beat up a bitch he gon' make me suffer
So I first, look at his head burst, bleedin
And exit to dig a ditch that's even, me the reason
Promise I've been lookin to get stress off
I let the muh'fuckin hack everything under the neck off
to be a problem child now I'm a problem grown up
I done some evil shit and one day I'ma have to own up
But I say somethin homey I mean what I say
I'ma murder you straight up or I can when I spray
Z-Ro the "fuck everybody" nigga from Screwed Up
Now I ain't gon' let you bend over to tie your up bitch
launch a Bernard Hopkins type of blow in your jaw
That's the way I my perimeter, Ro is the law