Luyện nghe bài hát Make Some Room

(big ed)

Nigga make some room, back up, back 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 time to get
Fire in the take cover
Got you punk ass nigga trippin fallin over each
Seen that 50 calibur spit that bits, unload, 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 like dat get gat
A-r fully now whatch how act
It's survival of the roughest nigga, toughest
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, yo nut, nigga what nigga what

x2

(mia x)
N-o (repeat)
Bout it from 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 don't no games
We done give a fuck about tha pain
All the is me find me in the n.o.
Told ya he's got no name the 50 sprain
Who ya kiddin 2, whatcha been
the issue, choppers hit you
Nigga soldiers to spit you
Rip you you to leave you funky like feces
Talkin ride know when you ain't tryin to see
Tthese down south about more problems a lil
Watch out the bound nigga 4 your grill
The real so they tryin 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 battlefield (field)
You can kill me if you (kill)
I got that horse shoe on my (grill)
I'm a (soldier )i never die (never die)
When you no niggaz, we stay camoflage (camoflauge)
Wooo!
The full metal jacket that mac it I it clickin clackin
T spittin, they start 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 spittin and no bull shitin murda,
Murda that yell before I serv ya
A-s-s-a-s-s-i-n don't make me dig the hearts of men wooo!

(c-murder)
Im a motha fuckin no limit soldier till I'm dead and ya heard me and
I ain't going let a bitch nigga serv me
Bitch I'm bossalini that means I run all shit
leiutenant of a bunch of ignant niggaz in my tru click
Fo the fedz if my be real
I cant why all my mother fuckin enimies is gettin killed
We no limit soldiers I I told ya
Make on rap my lyrics burn like dolja
We breed fight military minded mother fuckas
With a past of sellin 2 some cluckers
So make some room nigga, we combat ready
So back up , up, or you gon fell this meshedie we soldiers

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

My vision is to stomp on niggaz like a marin vet
We ease stress with 2 to your chest
Mr ganasta how ya do dat
I'm a tru tankdawg & all niggaz already knew that
I got 2 kids in the back seat of my
And 4 rights on the door
And state 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 soldier man that shit is way too now i
Don't know what y'all told
(I don't know 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