Luyện nghe bài hát Make Some Room

Featuring c-murder, mia x, mac and snoop

(big ed)

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

(big ed)
Ha, ha were my mother soldiers, its time for war (attention)
your captin time to get even
Fire in the take cover
Got you punk ass nigga trippin fallin over other
Seen 50 calibur spit that bits, unload, reload and extra an clip,
I thought i was watchin 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 now whatch how act
It's of the roughest nigga, toughest nigga
When im drinkin happy, so they call mr. bucka
Ask my chris artis he say no limit niggaz be the hardest
>from coast to coast
Better then the soldiers, throw yo nut, nigga what nigga what

x2

(mia x)
N-o (repeat)
Bout it from the streets (repeat)
Tru is we claim (repeat)
We that 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 better take
Ya'll fuck around and get smoked like weed
like a minstral, boy dont play no games
We done give a fuck 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 2, whatcha been through
Aint the issue, hit you
Nigga soldiers tryin to you
Rip you you to pieces leave you funky 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 so they tryin our shit
Why the fakes hate they cant relate
Nut fuck it we got duckets in the for a rainy day
And momma verbil a-k gon spray 4 my soldiers

(mac)
Nigga die die die in the battlefield (field)
You can me if you kill (kill)
I got that horse shoe on my (grill)
I'm a soldier (soldier )i die (never die)
When you no niggaz, we stay camoflage (camoflauge)
Wooo!
The full metal jacket that mac it i pack it clackin
T start spittin, they start
No retreat no never take me alive
Got the in my vein and the killer in my eye
I'm shellshocked i aint you spittin and aint no bull shitin murda,
Murda that yell 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 and gone ya heard me and
I aint never let a bitch nigga serv me
Bitch im bossalini means i run all this shit
First leiutenant of a of ignant niggaz in my tru click
Fo the fedz if my regrets be
I cant explain why all my mother fuckin is gettin killed
We no limit soldiers i thought i ya
Make millions on rap my lyrics like dolja
We breed fight military minded mother fuckas
With a past of sellin 2 some cluckers
So make some nigga, cause we combat ready
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 just you
you up or fuck you up or just chill
And i will on real
But id not speak on it cause i know niggaz be litenin and twistin

My is to stomp on niggaz like a marin core vet
We ease stress with 2 to your chest
Mr ganasta how ya do dat
I'm a tru tankdawg & all niggaz already knew that
I got 2 kids in the back seat of my
And 4 on the front door
And every state i go to have to salute me
Even though they know they niggaz probably shoot me
But thats what big pokey & big v-90 fo
C-murder is fool and big ed you hes got tools
And silkk got all the bitches in school
Livin the of a no limit soldier man that shit is way too cool now i
know what ya'll been told
(i don't know what yall told)
But and soldiers boy they roll
(gangstas and soldiers boy roll)
ammunission and plenty of weed
(guns ammunission and of weed)
And a bad bitches oh yes indeed
(couple bad oh yes indeed)
off 1-2 sound off dpg
N-o