Luyện nghe bài hát Make Some Room

Featuring c-murder, mia x, mac and dogg

(big ed)

Nigga make room, nigga back up, back up
No limit bout 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 each other
Seen that 50 calibur spit bits, unload, reload and extra an clip,
I thought i was gymnastics the way i seen that hoe flip
Its the who am i (the assassin)
Big ed be puttin it down dat get your gat
A-r fully automatic now how act
survival of the roughest nigga, toughest nigga
When im drinkin happy, so they call mr. bucka
Ask my nigga chris he say no limit niggaz be the hardest
>from coast to coast
Better then the last soldiers, throw yo nut, nigga 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 around and get like weed
like a minstral, boy dont play no games
We done give a fuck about tha family's
All the game is me me in the n.o.
Told ya got no name once the 50 sprain
Who ya 2, whatcha been through
the issue, choppers hit you
Nigga soldiers tryin to you
Rip you you to pieces leave you funky like
Talkin ride ride know you aint tryin to see
Tthese down south about problems than a lil
Watch out the nigga comin 4 your grill
The real feels so they our shit
Why the fakes hate because they cant
Nut fuck it we got duckets in the buckets for a 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 that horse shoe on my (grill)
I'm a (soldier )i never die (never die)
When you no limit niggaz, we stay (camoflauge)
Wooo!
The metal jacket that mac it i pack it clickin clackin
T start spittin, start subtractin
No retreat no surrender never take me
Got the game in my and the killer in my eye
I'm shellshocked i aint you clock spittin and no bull shitin murda,
Murda that when before i serv ya
A-s-s-a-s-s-i-n dont me dig into the hearts of men wooo!

(c-murder)
Im a fuckin no limit soldier till im dead and gone ya heard me and
I aint going never let a bitch nigga me
Bitch im bossalini that means i run all this
leiutenant 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 millions on rap my burn like dolja
We breed machines military minded mother fuckas
With a of sellin crack 2 some cluckers
So make some room nigga, we combat ready
So back up, back up, or you gon fell meshedie we soldiers

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

My is to stomp on niggaz like a marin 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 state i go to hoes have to salute me
Even though they know they niggaz probably shoot me
But thats what big pokey & big there fo
C-murder is fool and big ed you know hes got
And got all the bitches in high school
Livin the life of a no soldier man that shit is way too cool now i
Don't know what ya'll told
(i don't know what been told)
But and soldiers boy they roll
(gangstas and soldiers boy roll)
Guns ammunission and of weed
(guns ammunission and of weed)
And a couple bad bitches oh yes
(couple bad oh yes indeed)
off 1-2 sound off dpg
N-o