Luyện nghe bài hát Im A Soldier

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If somebody got a problem me, come and address it
If the shoe fits it then walk in it I'm talkin to
See I'm from a section where we kid each for practice
So I keep and a chopper right under my mattress
Please don't let the gold and the diamonds you
I promise it's nothin for family to lose you
It's when you speak 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 faggots already know my mayne
you'd love to catch me slippin in the turnin lane mayne
Fuck a rap tuck my strap right in back of my
I'm just rappin to pay my lawyer for 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 I go I'ma murk niggaz and get my fetti right now

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I'm a soldier, these stankers keep me reachin for my
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 have a vision then
I needed ends cause there was no residence for me to in
Nigga the streets raised me, man they played me
But a real nigga relax and take this back on his grind
I was gifted with a sick grip game, and it stick to the
Plus I'm gifted at spittin my vocals click to a tune
I'm schizophrenic, I probably won't stick to this mood
Hope I don't lose it 'fore I have to bring this to this dude
I heard some niggaz got somethin to say 'bout me in the hood
be Mo City, cause everyday I'll be back in the hood
And we can or we can take it to the straps in the hood
You get your stuff or be 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 ain't payin me like I ain't got nuttin
If six figures is bein over, I'm lovin the fuckin

All you that talk down, just might get walked down
Become 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 me suffer
So I shoot first, at his head 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 muh'fuckin mac-11 hack everything under the off
to be a problem child now I'm a problem grown up
I done done some evil and one day I'ma have to own up
But when I say homey I mean what I say
I'ma murder you up or I can lean when I spray
Z-Ro the "fuck everybody" nigga from Screwed Up
Now I ain't gon' let you 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