Luyện nghe bài hát Im A Soldier

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If somebody got a with me, come and address 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 fool you
I promise nothin for your family to lose you
It's just when you speak to me ya tone, call the chief on the phone
Bring the beef to your home, you sleep under some stones
Z-Ro the Crooked, but you faggots already know my mayne
Know you'd love to catch me slippin in the lane mayne
Fuck a rap tuck my right in back of my britches
I'm just rappin to pay my for creatin a witness
I done smoked somebody and smokin's a bad habit
say it always take you to your casket, but fuck death
Cause I ain't scared, bitch I'm 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 feel my death is closer
But I'ma keep on thuggin like I'm 'posed ta, ta

Look at the I was livin in, I didn't have a clear vision then
I needed ends cause there was no residence for me to in
Nigga the streets raised me, man played me sometime
But a real nigga regroup relax and take back on his grind
I was with a sick grip game, and it stick to the spoon
Plus I'm gifted at spittin make my click to a tune
Bitch I'm schizophrenic, I probably won't stick to 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 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 republic I'm just like in the hood
Bring to you a hat in public or a hat in the
Niggaz say Rap-A-Lot ain't payin me like I got nuttin
If six is bein bent over, I'm lovin the fuckin

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