Luyện nghe bài hát Make Some Room

(big ed)

Nigga make room, nigga back up, back up
No limit soldiers to act up, act up x2

(big ed)
Ha, ha were my mother soldiers, it's time for war (attention)
your captin time to get even
Fire in the hole cover
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 puttin it down dat get your gat
A-r automatic now whatch how act
survival of the roughest nigga, toughest nigga
When I'm 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, throw yo nut, what nigga what

x2

(mia x)
N-o (repeat)
it niggaz from the streets (repeat)
Tru is what we (repeat)
We that ass then we take names (repeat)
off (click clack)
off (rat tat tat tat)
Break it on (we ain't to be played with)
Shit! startes take heat
Ya'll could fuck around and get like weed
Bleed like a minstral, boy don't play no
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 the 50 sprain
Who ya kiddin 2, whatcha been
Aint the issue, hit you
Nigga soldiers to spit you
Rip you you to pieces leave you like feces
ride ride know when you ain't tryin to see
Tthese south about more problems than a lil
out the bound nigga comin 4 your grill
The real feels so they tryin our
Why the fakes hate because cant relate
Nut it we got duckets in the buckets for a rainy day
And momma mia's verbil a-k gon spray 4 my

(mac)
die die die in the swingin battlefield (field)
You can me if you kill (kill)
I got that shoe on my grill (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 spittin, they start subtractin
No no surrender never take me alive
Got the game in my vein and the in my eye
I'm I ain't you clock spittin and ain't no bull shitin murda,
Murda that when yell before I ya
A-s-s-a-s-s-i-n make me dig into the hearts of men wooo!

(c-murder)
Im a motha no limit soldier till I'm dead and gone ya heard me and
I ain't never let a bitch nigga serv me
Bitch I'm that means I run all this shit
First leiutenant of a bunch of niggaz in my tru click
Fo the fedz if my be real
I cant explain why all my mother fuckin enimies is gettin
We no soldiers I thought I told ya
millions on rap my lyrics burn like dolja
We fight machines military minded mother fuckas
With a of sellin crack 2 some cluckers
So make some nigga, cause we combat ready
So back up , back up, or you gon fell this meshedie we

(snoop)
Na,na.na.na.na.na.
Now I can lay play you or spray you
you up or fuck you up or just chill
And I will on real
But I'd rather not speak on it I know niggaz be litenin and twistin

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