Luyện nghe bài hát Make Some Room

Featuring c-murder, mia x, mac and dogg

(big ed)

Nigga make some room, 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 captin time to get even
Fire in the hole take
Got you punk ass nigga trippin fallin over each
Seen 50 calibur spit that 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 it down like dat get your gat
A-r automatic now whatch how act
It's survival of the nigga, toughest nigga
im drinkin happy, so they call mr. bucka nigga
Ask my nigga chris artis he say no niggaz be the hardest
coast to coast regardless
Better then the last soldiers, yo nut, nigga what nigga what

x2

(mia x)
N-o (repeat)
Bout it niggaz the streets (repeat)
Tru is what we (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 take heat
Ya'll fuck around and get smoked like weed
Bleed 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 he's got no name once the 50
Who ya kiddin 2, whatcha through
Aint the issue, hit you
Nigga soldiers to spit you
Rip you you to pieces leave you like feces
Talkin ride ride know when you tryin to see
Tthese down about more problems than a lil
Watch out the bound comin 4 your grill
The feels so they tryin our shit
Why the hate because 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 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 spittin, they start subtractin
No retreat no surrender take me alive
Got the game in my and the killer 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 make me dig into the of men wooo!

(c-murder)
Im a motha fuckin no limit soldier 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 shit
First leiutenant of a bunch of ignant 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 thought i ya
Make millions on rap my lyrics like dolja
We breed fight machines minded mother fuckas
With a past of crack 2 some cluckers
So make some room nigga, cause we combat
So back up, back up, or you gon 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 just
And i will on nigga
But id not speak on it cause i know niggaz be litenin and twistin

My vision is to on niggaz like a marin core vet
We ease your with 2 to your chest
Mr ganasta how ya do dat
I'm a tru tankdawg & all ya'll niggaz knew that
I got 2 kids in the seat of my tank
And 4 rights on the door
And every i go to hoes have to salute me
though they know they niggaz probably wanna shoot me
But thats what big pokey & big there fo
is fool and big ed you know hes got tools
And silkk got all the bitches in school
Livin the life of a no soldier man that 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 roll
(gangstas and boy they roll)
Guns ammunission and of weed
(guns and plenty of weed)
And a couple bad bitches oh yes
(couple bad oh yes indeed)
off 1-2 sound off dpg
N-o