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, it's for war (attention)
your captin time to get even
Fire in the hole cover
Got you punk ass nigga trippin fallin over each
Seen that 50 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 it down like dat get your gat
A-r fully 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 artis he say no limit niggaz be the hardest
>from to coast regardless
Better then the soldiers, throw yo nut, nigga what nigga 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 take heat
Ya'll could fuck and get smoked like weed
Bleed like a minstral, boy play no games
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 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 you funky like feces
Talkin ride ride know when you ain't to see
down south about more problems than a lil
Watch out the bound comin 4 your grill
The real feels so they tryin our
Why the hate 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 me if you kill (kill)
I got that horse shoe on my (grill)
I'm a soldier (soldier )i die (never die)
When you no 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 take me alive
Got the in my vein and the killer in my eye
I'm shellshocked I ain't you clock spittin and ain't no bull murda,
Murda that yell before I serv ya
A-s-s-a-s-s-i-n don't make me dig into the of men wooo!

(c-murder)
Im a motha no limit soldier till I'm dead and gone ya heard me and
I ain't going never let a nigga serv me
Bitch I'm that means I run all this shit
First leiutenant of a bunch of ignant in my tru click
Fo the fedz if my regrets be
I cant explain why all my mother fuckin is gettin killed
We no limit soldiers I thought I ya
Make millions on rap my burn like dolja
We breed fight machines military 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 we soldiers

(snoop)
Na,na.na.na.na.na.
Now I can lay play you or spray 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 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 & all y'all niggaz already knew that
I got 2 kids in the back seat of my
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 pokey & big v-90 fo
C-murder is fool and big ed you he's got tools
And silkk got all the in high school
Livin the life of a no limit soldier man that is way too cool now i
Don't what y'all been told
(I don't know what y'all told)
But gangstas and soldiers boy roll
(gangstas and soldiers boy roll)
Guns and plenty of weed
(guns and plenty of weed)
And a bad bitches oh yes indeed
(couple bad oh yes indeed)
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N-o