Luyện nghe bài hát Make Some Room

Featuring c-murder, mia x, mac and dogg

(big ed)

Nigga make room, nigga back up, back up
No soldiers bout to act up, act up x2

(big ed)
Ha, ha were my mother soldiers, its time for war (attention)
Salute your captin to get even
Fire in the hole cover
Got you ass nigga trippin fallin over each other
Seen that 50 calibur spit that bits, unload, and extra an clip,
I i was watchin gymnastics the way i seen that hoe flip
Its the who am i (the assassin)
Big ed be puttin it like dat get your gat
A-r fully automatic now how act
It's of the roughest nigga, toughest nigga
When im drinkin happy, so they call mr. nigga
Ask my nigga chris artis he say no limit niggaz be the
>from coast to regardless
Better the last soldiers, throw yo nut, nigga what nigga what

x2

(mia x)
N-o (repeat)
Bout it from the streets (repeat)
Tru is what we (repeat)
We break ass then we take names (repeat)
off (click clack)
off (rat tat tat tat)
Break it on down (we aint to be with)
Shit! startes better take
Ya'll could fuck around and get smoked like
Bleed a minstral, boy dont play no games
We give a fuck about tha family's pain
All the is me find me in the n.o.
Told ya got no name once the 50 sprain
Who ya 2, whatcha been through
the issue, choppers hit you
Nigga soldiers to spit you
Rip you you to pieces you funky like feces
Talkin ride know when you aint tryin to see
Tthese down about more problems than a lil
Watch out the bound comin 4 your grill
The real feels so they tryin our
Why the fakes hate because cant relate
Nut fuck it we got duckets in the for a rainy day
And momma mia's a-k gon spray 4 my soldiers

(mac)
Nigga die die die in the swingin (field)
You can me if you kill (kill)
I got horse shoe on my grill (grill)
I'm a (soldier )i never die (never die)
When you no limit niggaz, we camoflage (camoflauge)
Wooo!
The full jacket that mac it i pack it clickin clackin
T start spittin, they subtractin
No no surrender never take me alive
Got the game in my vein and the in my eye
I'm shellshocked i aint you spittin and aint no bull shitin murda,
Murda that when yell before i ya
dont make me dig into the hearts of men wooo!

(c-murder)
Im a fuckin no limit soldier till im dead and gone ya heard me and
I aint never let a bitch nigga serv me
im bossalini that means i run all this shit
First leiutenant of a of ignant niggaz in my tru click
Fo the if my regrets be real
I cant explain why all my mother fuckin is gettin killed
We no limit i thought i told ya
Make millions on rap my lyrics burn dolja
We breed fight military minded mother fuckas
a past of sellin crack 2 some cluckers
So make room nigga, cause we combat ready
So back up, back up, or you gon fell meshedie we soldiers

(snoop)
Na, na.na.na.na.na.
Now i can lay play you or spray you
Buck you up or fuck you up or chill
And i on real nigga
But id not speak on it cause i know niggaz be litenin and twistin

My vision is to on niggaz like a marin core vet
We ease your with 2 to your chest
Mr ganasta how ya do dat
I'm a tru tankdawg & all ya'll already knew that
I got 2 kids in the back seat of my
And 4 rights on the door
And every state i go to hoes have to me
Even though they know they probably wanna shoot me
But thats what big & big v-90 there fo
C-murder is and big ed you know hes got tools
And silkk got all the in high school
Livin the life of a no limit soldier man that shit is way too now i
know what ya'll been told
(i don't know what been told)
But gangstas and soldiers boy roll
(gangstas and soldiers boy roll)
Guns ammunission and of weed
(guns ammunission and of weed)
And a couple bad bitches oh yes
(couple bad oh yes indeed)
off 1-2 sound off dpg
N-o