Luyện nghe bài hát Im A Soldier

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If got a problem with me, come and address it
If the fits 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 right my mattress
Please don't let the and the diamonds fool you
I promise nothin for your family to lose you
It's just when you 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 love to me slippin in the turnin lane mayne
Fuck a rap tuck my strap in back of my britches
I'm just rappin to pay my lawyer for creatin a
I done smoked somebody befo' and a bad habit
They say it always you to your casket, but fuck death
Cause I scared, bitch I'm ready to fly
But until I go I'ma murk niggaz and get my right now

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

Look at the conditions I was livin in, I didn't have a clear 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 and take this back on his grind
I was gifted with a sick grip game, and it stick to the
I'm gifted at spittin make my vocals click to a tune
Bitch I'm schizophrenic, I won't stick to this mood
Hope I don't it 'fore I have to bring this brick to this dude
I heard some niggaz got to say 'bout me back in the hood
Can't be Mo City, cause everyday I'll be back in the
And we can scrap or we can take it to the straps in the
You get your or be murdered and won't be back in the hood
Same way I 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 me like I ain't got nuttin
If six figures is bent over, I'm lovin the fuckin

All you niggaz that down, just might get walked down
another statistic and down these war grounds
Nigga pull up your hands, look at each other
But guaranteed to beat up a bitch he gon' wanna make me
So I shoot first, look at his burst, bleedin
And exit to dig a ditch that's even, me the reason
Promise I've been to get some stress off
I let the mac-11 hack everything under the neck off
Used to be a child 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 homey I what I say
murder you straight up or I can lean when I spray
Z-Ro the "fuck everybody" nigga from Screwed Up
Now I ain't gon' let you bend over to tie your shoes up
I'ma launch a Hopkins type of blow in your jaw
That's the way I my perimeter, Ro is the law