Luyện nghe bài hát Make Some Room

Featuring c-murder, mia x, mac and dogg

(big ed)

Nigga some room, nigga back up, back up
No limit soldiers to act up, act up x2

(big ed)
Ha, ha were my fuckin soldiers, its time for war (attention)
Salute your captin to get even
Fire in the hole take
Got you punk ass trippin fallin over each other
Seen that 50 calibur that bits, unload, reload and extra an clip,
I thought i was watchin gymnastics the way i seen hoe flip
Its the who am i (the assassin)
Big ed be puttin it down like dat get gat
A-r fully automatic now how act
It's survival of the roughest nigga, toughest
When im drinkin happy, so they mr. bucka nigga
Ask my nigga artis he say no limit niggaz be the hardest
>from to coast 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 that ass then we 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 fuck around and get smoked like weed
Bleed like a minstral, boy play no games
We give a fuck about tha family's pain
All the is me find me in the n.o.
Told ya he's got no name the 50 sprain
Who ya kiddin 2, been through
the issue, choppers hit you
Nigga tryin to spit you
Rip you you to pieces leave you funky like
Talkin ride ride know you aint tryin to see
Tthese down south more problems than a lil
out the bound nigga comin 4 your grill
The real so they tryin our shit
Why the fakes hate because they relate
Nut fuck it we got duckets in the buckets for a day
And momma mia's verbil a-k gon 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)
you no limit niggaz, we stay camoflage (camoflauge)
Wooo!
The full metal jacket that mac it i pack it clickin
T start spittin, they start
No retreat no surrender never me alive
Got the game in my vein and the in my eye
I'm i aint you clock spittin and aint no bull shitin murda,
Murda that yell before i serv ya
dont make me dig into the hearts of men wooo!

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

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

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