Luyện nghe bài hát Make Some Room

(big ed)

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

(big ed)
Ha, ha my mother fuckin soldiers, it's time for war (attention)
Salute your captin to get even
in the hole take cover
Got you ass nigga trippin fallin over each other
Seen 50 calibur spit that bits, unload, reload and extra an clip,
I thought I was watchin 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 fully automatic now how act
survival of the roughest nigga, toughest nigga
When I'm drinkin happy, so they call mr. nigga
Ask my nigga chris artis he say no niggaz be the hardest
>from coast to coast
Better then the soldiers, throw yo nut, nigga what nigga what

x2

(mia x)
N-o (repeat)
it niggaz from the streets (repeat)
Tru is what we (repeat)
We break that ass then we 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 around and get smoked like weed
Bleed like a minstral, boy don't no games
We done give a fuck about tha family's
All the game is me me in the n.o.
Told ya he's got no name the 50 sprain
Who ya 2, whatcha been through
Aint the issue, hit you
Nigga soldiers tryin to you
Rip you you to pieces leave you like feces
Talkin ride ride when you ain't tryin to see
Tthese down south about problems than a lil
Watch out the bound nigga comin 4 grill
The feels so they tryin our shit
Why the fakes hate because they cant
Nut it we got duckets in the buckets for a rainy day
And momma mia's 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 horse shoe on my grill (grill)
I'm a soldier (soldier )i die (never die)
When you no limit niggaz, we stay (camoflauge)
Wooo!
The full metal jacket mac it I pack it clickin clackin
T start spittin, they subtractin
No retreat no surrender never take me
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 yell before I serv ya
A-s-s-a-s-s-i-n 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 going never let a bitch nigga me
Bitch I'm bossalini that means I run all shit
First leiutenant of a bunch of niggaz in my tru click
Fo the fedz if my regrets be
I cant explain why all my mother enimies is gettin killed
We no limit soldiers I thought I ya
Make on rap my lyrics burn like dolja
We breed machines military minded mother fuckas
With a past of sellin 2 some cluckers
So make some room nigga, cause we combat
So up , back up, or you gon fell 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 will on nigga
But I'd rather not on it cause I know niggaz be litenin and twistin

My is to stomp on niggaz like a marin core vet
We ease stress with 2 to your chest
Mr gangsta how ya do dat
I'm a tru tankdawg & all y'all already knew that
I got 2 kids in the back of my tank
And 4 rights on the front
And every state I go to have to salute me
Even though they know they niggaz wanna shoot me
But thats what big pokey & big there fo
C-murder is and big ed you know he's got tools
And silkk got all the in high school
Livin the life of a no limit soldier man that shit is way too now i
Don't what y'all been told
(I don't know what y'all told)
But and soldiers boy they 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