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 bout 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
in the hole take cover
Got you punk ass nigga trippin over each other
Seen that 50 calibur spit that bits, unload, and extra an clip,
I thought i was watchin gymnastics the way i 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 survival of the roughest nigga, toughest
When im drinkin happy, so they call mr. nigga
Ask my chris artis he say no limit niggaz be the hardest
>from coast to regardless
Better then the last soldiers, throw yo nut, what nigga what

x2

(mia x)
N-o (repeat)
Bout it from the streets (repeat)
Tru is we claim (repeat)
We break that ass we take names (repeat)
off (click clack)
off (rat tat tat tat)
Break it on down (we to be played with)
Shit! better take heat
Ya'll could fuck 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 once the 50
Who ya kiddin 2, whatcha been
Aint the issue, hit you
Nigga soldiers tryin to you
Rip you you to pieces you funky like feces
Talkin ride ride know you aint tryin to see
Tthese down about more problems than a lil
Watch out the bound nigga comin 4 your
The feels so they tryin our shit
Why the fakes hate because they cant
Nut it we got duckets in the buckets for a rainy day
And momma verbil a-k gon spray 4 my soldiers

(mac)
Nigga die die die in the swingin (field)
You can kill me if you (kill)
I got that horse on my grill (grill)
I'm a (soldier )i never die (never die)
When you no niggaz, we stay camoflage (camoflauge)
Wooo!
The full metal that mac it i pack it clickin clackin
T start spittin, start subtractin
No retreat no surrender never take me
Got the in my vein and the killer in my eye
I'm i aint you clock spittin and aint no bull shitin murda,
Murda that when before i serv ya
A-s-s-a-s-s-i-n dont make me dig into the 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 bunch of ignant in my tru click
Fo the fedz if my be real
I cant explain why all my mother enimies is gettin killed
We no limit soldiers i i told ya
Make millions on rap my lyrics burn like
We breed fight machines military minded fuckas
With a past of sellin crack 2 some
So make room nigga, cause we combat ready
So back up, back up, or you gon fell this meshedie we

(snoop)
Na, na.na.na.na.na.
Now i can lay play you or just 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 vision is to on niggaz like a marin core vet
We ease your stress 2 to your chest
Mr ganasta how ya do dat
I'm a tru & all ya'll niggaz already knew that
I got 2 kids in the seat of my tank
And 4 rights on the front
And every state i go to have to salute me
Even though they know they probably wanna shoot me
But thats what big & big v-90 there fo
C-murder is fool and big ed you hes got tools
And silkk got all the in high school
Livin the of a no limit soldier man that shit is way too cool now i
Don't know what been told
(i don't know what been told)
But gangstas and soldiers boy roll
(gangstas and boy they roll)
Guns and plenty of weed
(guns and plenty of weed)
And a couple bad bitches oh yes
(couple bad oh yes indeed)
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N-o