Luyện nghe bài hát Make Some Room

Featuring c-murder, mia x, mac and snoop

(big ed)

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

(big ed)
Ha, ha were my mother fuckin soldiers, its for war (attention)
Salute your captin to get even
Fire in the hole cover
Got you punk ass nigga trippin fallin each other
Seen 50 calibur spit that bits, unload, reload 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 it down like dat get your gat
A-r automatic now whatch how act
It's survival of the roughest nigga, nigga
When im drinkin happy, so they mr. bucka 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 nigga what

x2

(mia x)
N-o (repeat)
it niggaz 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 (we aint to be played with)
Shit! startes better heat
Ya'll could fuck around and get smoked like
Bleed a minstral, boy dont play no games
We done give a fuck about tha pain
All the game is me me in the n.o.
Told ya he's got no once the 50 sprain
Who ya kiddin 2, been through
Aint the issue, hit you
Nigga tryin to spit you
Rip you you to pieces leave you like feces
Talkin ride ride know when you aint to see
Tthese south about more problems than a lil
out the bound nigga comin 4 your grill
The real feels so they our shit
Why the fakes hate because they relate
Nut fuck it we got duckets in the for a rainy day
And momma verbil a-k gon spray 4 my soldiers

(mac)
die die die in the swingin battlefield (field)
You can kill me if you (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 it clickin clackin
T start spittin, start subtractin
No retreat no surrender never me alive
Got the in my vein and the killer in my eye
I'm shellshocked i you clock spittin and aint no bull shitin murda,
Murda that when before i serv ya
dont make me dig into the hearts of men wooo!

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

My vision is to stomp on niggaz like a core vet
We ease your with 2 to your chest
Mr gangsta how ya do dat
I'm a tru tankdawg & all ya'll niggaz already knew
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 niggaz wanna shoot me
But thats what big pokey & big v-90 fo
C-murder is and big ed you know hes got tools
And silkk got all the bitches in high
Livin the life of a no limit soldier man that is way too cool now i
know what ya'll been told
(i don't know what yall told)
But gangstas and soldiers boy roll
(gangstas and soldiers boy roll)
ammunission and plenty of weed
(guns and plenty of weed)
And a bad bitches oh yes indeed
(couple bad oh yes indeed)
off 1-2 sound off dpg
N-o