Luyện nghe bài hát Make Some Room

Featuring c-murder, mia x, mac and snoop

(big ed)

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

(big ed)
Ha, ha my mother fuckin soldiers, its time for war (attention)
Salute your time to get even
Fire in the hole cover
Got you punk ass nigga trippin fallin over each
Seen that 50 calibur that bits, unload, reload and extra an clip,
I thought i was watchin gymnastics the way i seen that hoe
Its the who am i (the assassin)
Big ed be it down like dat get your gat
A-r automatic now whatch 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 niggaz be the hardest
>from to coast regardless
Better then the last soldiers, throw yo nut, nigga nigga what

x2

(mia x)
N-o (repeat)
it niggaz from the streets (repeat)
Tru is what we (repeat)
We that 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 heat
Ya'll could around and get smoked like weed
like a minstral, boy dont play no games
We give a fuck about tha family's pain
All the game is me me in the n.o.
Told ya he's got no name the 50 sprain
Who ya 2, whatcha been through
Aint the issue, hit you
Nigga tryin to spit you
Rip you you to pieces you funky like feces
Talkin ride ride know when you aint to see
Tthese down about more problems than a lil
Watch out the nigga comin 4 your grill
The feels so they tryin our shit
Why the fakes hate because they cant
Nut fuck it we got in the buckets for a rainy day
And momma mia's verbil a-k gon 4 my soldiers

(mac)
Nigga die die die in the battlefield (field)
You can kill me if you (kill)
I got horse shoe on my grill (grill)
I'm a soldier (soldier )i die (never die)
you no limit niggaz, we stay camoflage (camoflauge)
Wooo!
The full metal jacket that mac it i it clickin clackin
T start spittin, start subtractin
No retreat no surrender never me alive
Got the game in my vein and the in my eye
I'm shellshocked i aint you clock spittin and aint no bull murda,
Murda that yell before i serv ya
A-s-s-a-s-s-i-n make me dig into the hearts of men wooo!

(c-murder)
Im a motha fuckin no limit soldier till im dead and gone ya me and
I aint going never let a bitch nigga me
Bitch im bossalini that means i run all this
First of a bunch of ignant niggaz in my tru click
Fo the fedz if my regrets be
I cant explain why all my fuckin enimies is gettin killed
We no limit i thought i told ya
Make on rap my lyrics burn like dolja
We breed fight military minded mother fuckas
a past of sellin crack 2 some cluckers
So make some room nigga, we combat ready
So back up, up, or you gon fell this 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 rather not speak on it cause i know niggaz be and twistin

My is to stomp on niggaz like a marin core vet
We ease stress 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 in the back seat of my tank
And 4 rights on the door
And every state i go to hoes have to me
Even though they know niggaz probably wanna shoot me
But what big pokey & big v-90 there fo
C-murder is fool and big ed you hes got tools
And silkk got all the bitches in high
Livin the life of a no limit man that shit is way too cool now i
Don't know what been told
(i know what yall been told)
But gangstas and boy they roll
(gangstas and boy they roll)
Guns ammunission and plenty of
(guns and plenty of weed)
And a couple bad oh yes indeed
(couple bad oh yes indeed)
off 1-2 sound off dpg
N-o