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 soldiers bout to act up, act up x2

(big ed)
Ha, ha were my mother soldiers, its time for war (attention)
Salute your time to get even
in the hole take cover
Got you ass nigga trippin fallin over each other
that 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 like dat get gat
A-r automatic now whatch how act
It's survival of the roughest nigga, nigga
When im happy, so they call mr. bucka nigga
Ask my nigga chris artis he say no limit niggaz be the
coast to coast regardless
Better then the last soldiers, throw yo nut, nigga what 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 (we aint to be played with)
Shit! better take heat
Ya'll could fuck and get smoked like weed
Bleed like a minstral, boy 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 name the 50 sprain
Who ya kiddin 2, whatcha through
the issue, choppers hit you
Nigga soldiers to spit you
Rip you you to pieces leave you like feces
Talkin ride know when 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 tryin our
Why the fakes because they cant relate
Nut fuck it we got in the buckets for a rainy day
And momma mia's verbil a-k gon 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 camoflage (camoflauge)
Wooo!
The metal jacket that mac it i pack it clickin clackin
T start spittin, they subtractin
No retreat no surrender never me alive
Got the in my vein and the killer in my eye
I'm shellshocked i aint you clock spittin and no bull shitin murda,
Murda that yell before i serv ya
dont make me dig into the hearts of men wooo!

(c-murder)
Im a motha fuckin no limit soldier till im and gone ya heard me and
I aint going never let a bitch nigga me
Bitch im bossalini that means i run all shit
First leiutenant of a bunch of niggaz in my tru click
Fo the if my regrets be real
I cant explain why all my mother fuckin enimies is gettin
We no limit i thought i told ya
Make millions on rap my lyrics like dolja
We breed fight machines military 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 meshedie we soldiers

(snoop)
Na, na.na.na.na.na.
Now i can lay you or just 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 vision is to stomp on niggaz a marin core vet
We your stress with 2 to your 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 rights on the front
And every state i go to have to salute me
Even though they know they probably wanna shoot me
But thats what big pokey & big there fo
C-murder is and big ed you know hes got tools
And got all the bitches in high school
Livin the life of a no limit soldier man that shit is way too now i
Don't know ya'll been told
(i don't know what been told)
But gangstas and boy they roll
(gangstas and soldiers boy roll)
Guns and plenty 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