Luyện nghe bài hát Make Some Room

(big ed)

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

(big ed)
Ha, ha were my mother fuckin soldiers, time for war (attention)
Salute your time to get even
in the hole take cover
Got you punk ass nigga trippin fallin over other
Seen that 50 calibur spit bits, unload, reload and extra an clip,
I I was watchin 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 fully now whatch how act
survival of the roughest nigga, toughest nigga
When I'm drinkin happy, so they call mr. bucka
Ask my nigga artis he say no limit niggaz be the hardest
>from coast to regardless
then the last soldiers, throw 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 ass then we take names (repeat)
off (click clack)
off (rat tat tat tat)
Break it on down (we ain't to be with)
Shit! startes take heat
Ya'll could fuck and get smoked like weed
Bleed like a minstral, boy don't play no
We done give a fuck tha family's pain
All the is me find me in the n.o.
Told ya he's got no once the 50 sprain
Who ya kiddin 2, whatcha through
the issue, choppers hit you
Nigga soldiers to spit you
Rip you you to pieces you funky like feces
ride ride know when you ain't tryin to see
Tthese south about more 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 it we got duckets in the buckets for a rainy day
And momma verbil a-k gon spray 4 my soldiers

(mac)
Nigga die die die in the swingin (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 stay (camoflauge)
Wooo!
The full metal jacket that mac it I pack it clickin
T start spittin, start subtractin
No no surrender never take me alive
Got the game in my vein and the in my eye
I'm shellshocked I ain't you spittin and ain't no bull shitin murda,
that when yell before I serv ya
A-s-s-a-s-s-i-n don't make me dig the hearts of men wooo!

(c-murder)
Im a motha fuckin no limit soldier till I'm dead and ya heard me and
I ain't going never let a bitch serv me
Bitch I'm bossalini that I run all this shit
First leiutenant of a bunch of ignant in my tru click
Fo the fedz if my be real
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 burn like
We breed fight machines military minded fuckas
With a past of sellin crack 2 some
So make some room nigga, cause we 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
Buck you up or fuck you up or chill
And I on real nigga
But I'd rather not speak on it cause I know be litenin and twistin

My vision is to stomp on niggaz like a marin vet
We ease your stress with 2 to your
Mr gangsta how ya do dat
I'm a tru & all y'all niggaz already knew that
I got 2 kids in the back seat of my
And 4 rights on the door
And every state I go to hoes have to me
Even though they know they niggaz probably wanna me
But thats big pokey & big v-90 there fo
is fool and big ed you know he's got tools
And got all the bitches in high school
Livin the life of a no limit man that shit is way too cool now i
Don't know what been told
(I don't know what y'all told)
But gangstas and soldiers boy roll
(gangstas and soldiers boy roll)
Guns ammunission and of weed
(guns ammunission and of weed)
And a couple bad oh yes indeed
(couple bad oh yes indeed)
Sound off 1-2 off dpg
N-o