Luyện nghe bài hát Make Some Room

(big ed)

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

(big ed)
Ha, ha my mother fuckin soldiers, it's time for war (attention)
Salute your time to get even
Fire in the hole cover
Got you ass nigga trippin fallin over each other
Seen that 50 calibur spit 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 like dat get gat
A-r fully automatic now how act
It's 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
>from coast to regardless
Better then the last soldiers, throw yo nut, nigga what what

x2

(mia x)
N-o (repeat)
Bout it niggaz the streets (repeat)
Tru is what we (repeat)
We break that ass we take names (repeat)
off (click clack)
off (rat tat tat tat)
Break it on down (we ain't to be with)
Shit! startes better heat
Ya'll could fuck and get smoked like weed
Bleed like a minstral, boy play no games
We done give a about 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 2, whatcha been through
Aint the issue, hit you
Nigga soldiers to spit you
Rip you you to pieces you funky like feces
Talkin ride ride know when you ain't to see
Tthese down south about more problems a lil
Watch out the nigga comin 4 your grill
The feels so they tryin our shit
Why the hate because they cant relate
Nut fuck it we got duckets in the buckets for a day
And momma verbil a-k gon spray 4 my soldiers

(mac)
die die die in the swingin 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)
When you no limit niggaz, we stay (camoflauge)
Wooo!
The full metal jacket that mac it I pack it clackin
T spittin, they start subtractin
No retreat no surrender never take me
Got the game in my and the killer in my eye
I'm shellshocked I you clock 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 me dig into the hearts of men wooo!

(c-murder)
Im a motha fuckin no limit soldier I'm dead and gone ya heard me and
I ain't never let a bitch nigga serv me
Bitch I'm 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 enimies is gettin
We no limit soldiers I thought I ya
Make millions on rap my lyrics burn dolja
We fight machines 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 fell this meshedie we

(snoop)
Na,na.na.na.na.na.
Now I can lay play you or just you
Buck you up or fuck you up or just
And I will on nigga
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 your stress with 2 to your chest
Mr gangsta how ya do dat
I'm a tru tankdawg & all niggaz already knew that
I got 2 kids in the seat of my tank
And 4 on the front door
And every I go to hoes have to salute me
Even though they know they probably wanna shoot me
But thats what big pokey & big v-90 fo
C-murder is fool and big ed you know he's got
And silkk got all the bitches in school
the life of a no limit soldier man that shit is way too cool now i
Don't know what y'all been
(I know what y'all been told)
But gangstas and soldiers boy they
(gangstas and soldiers boy roll)
ammunission and plenty of weed
(guns and plenty of weed)
And a couple bad bitches oh yes
(couple bad oh yes indeed)
Sound off 1-2 off dpg
N-o