Luyện nghe bài hát Make Some Room

Featuring c-murder, mia x, mac and snoop

(big ed)

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

(big ed)
Ha, ha were my mother soldiers, its time for war (attention)
Salute your captin time to get
Fire in the hole take
Got you punk ass trippin fallin over each other
Seen that 50 calibur spit that bits, unload, 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 puttin it down like dat get gat
A-r automatic now whatch how act
survival of the roughest nigga, toughest nigga
When im drinkin happy, so they call mr. nigga
Ask my nigga chris artis he say no limit be the hardest
>from coast to regardless
Better then the last soldiers, throw yo nut, nigga what nigga

x2

(mia x)
N-o (repeat)
Bout it niggaz the streets (repeat)
Tru is we claim (repeat)
We break ass then we take names (repeat)
off (click clack)
off (rat tat tat tat)
Break it on (we aint to be played with)
Shit! startes better take
Ya'll fuck 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 kiddin 2, whatcha been
Aint the issue, hit you
soldiers tryin to spit you
Rip you you to pieces leave you funky like
Talkin ride ride know when you aint to see
Tthese down south more problems than a lil
Watch out the bound comin 4 your grill
The real feels so they tryin our
Why the hate because they cant relate
Nut fuck it we got duckets in the buckets for a day
And mia's verbil a-k gon spray 4 my soldiers

(mac)
die die die in the swingin battlefield (field)
You can me if you kill (kill)
I got that horse on my grill (grill)
I'm a soldier (soldier )i die (never die)
When you no niggaz, we stay camoflage (camoflauge)
Wooo!
The full metal jacket mac it i pack it clickin clackin
T spittin, they 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 spittin and aint no bull shitin murda,
Murda that when yell i serv ya
A-s-s-a-s-s-i-n dont me dig into the hearts of men wooo!

(c-murder)
Im a motha fuckin no soldier till im dead and gone ya heard me and
I aint going let a bitch nigga serv me
Bitch im bossalini that means i run all this
First leiutenant of a bunch of niggaz in my tru click
Fo the fedz if my be real
I cant explain why all my mother fuckin enimies is killed
We no limit i thought i told ya
Make on rap my lyrics burn like dolja
We breed machines military minded mother fuckas
With a of sellin crack 2 some cluckers
So make some nigga, cause 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 will on nigga
But id not speak on it cause i know niggaz be litenin and twistin

My is to stomp on niggaz like a marin core vet
We ease your stress 2 to your chest
Mr gangsta how ya do dat
I'm a tru & all ya'll niggaz already knew that
I got 2 in the back seat of my tank
And 4 rights on the front
And every state i go to hoes to salute me
though they know they 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 got all the bitches in high school
Livin the life of a no limit soldier man shit is way too cool now i
Don't know ya'll been told
(i don't know yall been told)
But gangstas and soldiers boy they
(gangstas and boy they roll)
ammunission and plenty 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