Luyện nghe bài hát Make Some Room

Featuring c-murder, mia x, mac and dogg

(big ed)

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

(big ed)
Ha, ha were my fuckin soldiers, its time for war (attention)
Salute your time to get even
Fire in the hole cover
Got you ass nigga trippin fallin over each other
Seen that 50 calibur 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 puttin it down dat get your gat
A-r fully now whatch how act
It's survival of the roughest nigga, nigga
im drinkin happy, so they call mr. bucka nigga
Ask my nigga chris artis he say no limit be the hardest
coast to coast regardless
Better then the last soldiers, yo nut, nigga what nigga what

x2

(mia x)
N-o (repeat)
it niggaz from the streets (repeat)
Tru is we claim (repeat)
We break that ass then we take (repeat)
off (click clack)
off (rat tat tat tat)
Break it on down (we to be played with)
Shit! startes take heat
Ya'll could fuck and get smoked like weed
Bleed 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 once the 50 sprain
Who ya kiddin 2, been through
the issue, choppers hit you
Nigga tryin to spit you
Rip you you to pieces leave you like feces
Talkin ride ride know when you tryin to see
Tthese down south about problems than a lil
Watch out the bound nigga comin 4 your
The real feels so they our shit
Why the fakes hate they cant relate
Nut it we got duckets in the buckets 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 me if you kill (kill)
I got horse shoe on my grill (grill)
I'm a (soldier )i never die (never die)
When you no limit niggaz, we camoflage (camoflauge)
Wooo!
The full metal jacket that mac it i it clickin clackin
T start spittin, they start
No retreat no never take me alive
Got the game in my vein and the in my eye
I'm shellshocked i you clock 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 never let a nigga serv me
Bitch im bossalini that means i run all this
First of a bunch of ignant niggaz in my tru click
Fo the if my regrets be real
I explain why all my mother fuckin enimies is gettin killed
We no limit soldiers i i told ya
Make millions on rap my burn like dolja
We breed fight machines military mother fuckas
With a past of sellin 2 some cluckers
So make some room nigga, cause we 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 rather not speak on it cause i know be litenin and twistin

My is to stomp on niggaz like a marin core vet
We ease your stress with 2 to 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 on the front door
And every state i go to hoes to salute me
though they know they niggaz probably 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 school
Livin the life of a no limit soldier man that shit is way too now i
Don't know what ya'll been
(i don't what yall been told)
But and soldiers boy they roll
(gangstas and boy they roll)
Guns and plenty of weed
(guns ammunission and of weed)
And a couple bad bitches oh yes
(couple bad oh yes indeed)
Sound off 1-2 off dpg
N-o