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 limit soldiers to act up, act up x2

(big ed)
Ha, ha were my fuckin soldiers, its time for war (attention)
your captin time to get even
Fire in the hole cover
Got you punk ass nigga trippin fallin over each
that 50 calibur spit that bits, unload, reload and extra an clip,
I thought i was watchin gymnastics the way i seen that hoe
Its the who am i (the assassin)
Big ed be it down like dat get your gat
A-r fully automatic now how act
It's survival of the nigga, toughest nigga
When im drinkin happy, so they mr. bucka nigga
Ask my nigga chris he say no limit niggaz be the hardest
>from coast to coast
then the last soldiers, throw yo nut, nigga what nigga what

x2

(mia x)
N-o (repeat)
Bout it niggaz from the (repeat)
Tru is what we (repeat)
We break that ass then we names (repeat)
off (click clack)
off (rat tat tat tat)
Break it on (we aint to be played with)
Shit! startes better heat
could fuck around and get smoked like weed
Bleed like a minstral, boy play no games
We done a fuck about tha family's pain
All the is me find me in the n.o.
Told ya he's got no name once the 50
Who ya kiddin 2, been through
the issue, choppers hit you
Nigga tryin to spit you
Rip you you to pieces leave you funky like
ride ride know when you aint tryin to see
Tthese down south about more than a lil
Watch out the bound nigga 4 your grill
The real so they tryin our shit
Why the fakes because they cant relate
Nut fuck it we got duckets in the buckets for a day
And momma mia's verbil a-k gon 4 my soldiers

(mac)
Nigga die die die in the battlefield (field)
You can kill me if you (kill)
I got that horse on my grill (grill)
I'm a (soldier )i never die (never die)
you no limit niggaz, we stay camoflage (camoflauge)
Wooo!
The full jacket that mac it i pack it clickin clackin
T start spittin, start subtractin
No retreat no surrender never 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 limit soldier till im dead and gone ya me and
I aint going never let a bitch serv me
im bossalini that means i run all this shit
First leiutenant of a bunch of ignant niggaz in my tru
Fo the fedz if my be real
I cant explain why all my mother enimies is gettin killed
We no soldiers i thought i told 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 room nigga, cause we combat
So back up, back up, or you gon fell this meshedie we

(snoop)
Na, na.na.na.na.na.
Now i can lay you or just spray you
Buck you up or fuck you up or just
And i on real 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 stress with 2 to your chest
Mr ganasta 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 have to me
Even though know they niggaz probably wanna shoot me
But what big pokey & big v-90 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 shit is way too cool now i
Don't know what ya'll told
(i don't what yall been told)
But gangstas and boy they roll
(gangstas and boy they roll)
Guns ammunission and of weed
(guns and plenty of weed)
And a couple bad oh yes indeed
(couple bad oh yes indeed)
off 1-2 sound off dpg
N-o