Luyện nghe bài hát Make Some Room

(big ed)

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

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

x2

(mia x)
N-o (repeat)
Bout it from the streets (repeat)
Tru is we claim (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
like a minstral, boy don't play no games
We done give a fuck tha family's pain
All the game is me me in the n.o.
Told ya got no name once the 50 sprain
Who ya kiddin 2, whatcha been
the issue, choppers hit you
Nigga soldiers to spit you
Rip you you to pieces leave you funky like
ride ride know when you ain't tryin to see
Tthese down about more problems than a lil
Watch out the nigga comin 4 your grill
The real feels so they our shit
Why the fakes hate they cant relate
Nut fuck it we got in the buckets for a rainy day
And momma mia's verbil a-k gon spray 4 my

(mac)
Nigga die die die in the swingin (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)
you no limit niggaz, we stay camoflage (camoflauge)
Wooo!
The full metal jacket mac it I pack it clickin clackin
T start spittin, they start
No retreat no surrender never me alive
Got the game in my vein and the in my eye
I'm shellshocked I ain't you clock and ain't no bull shitin murda,
Murda that when yell before I ya
don't make me dig into the hearts of men wooo!

(c-murder)
Im a motha fuckin no limit soldier till I'm and gone ya heard me and
I ain't never let a bitch nigga serv me
Bitch I'm bossalini that means I run all this
First leiutenant of a bunch of ignant niggaz in my tru
Fo the fedz if my regrets be
I cant explain why all my mother enimies is gettin killed
We no limit I thought I told ya
Make millions on rap my lyrics burn dolja
We breed machines military minded mother fuckas
With a past of crack 2 some cluckers
So make some room nigga, cause we combat
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 spray you
you up or fuck you up or just chill
And I will on real
But I'd rather not speak on it cause I know be litenin and twistin

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