Luyện nghe bài hát Military Minds

Stand in
My motherfuckin' real
do it like soldiers, all in together now
Ready? Hell,

No retreat, no
before dishonor, motherfucker
Do it to them, on
Never got

Uhh, yes, yes, yes
Say what? side, East side ride
Where you at, you at?
Where my real

Where you at, you at?
Where my real
you at, where you at?
Where my real

you at?
The cases of a drug
thugs, where you at?

Yo a army
Do it to 'em, do it to 'em
They the way we do it to 'em
We do it to 'em,

the revolution of premeditated scheme
Introduce a drug 'Crack' to us ghetto teens
Got a law for raw niggas, now playa, it be like?
When will see they got us bleedin' with 3 strikes

Can't seem to focus, hopeless with violent thoughts, I this
Got these devils petrified, hidin' from my hocus
An' so I learned to earn my currency an' over
Affiliated, clearly click a military

May God us though we dwell inside a paradox
Thugged out an' dealin' from the womb to the block
My live mind got me 5 shots
My 45 got me fortified with rounds

When shit stick, we plot hits, our block spits
All hail, out on bail, wrath of
Forever ghetto, necessary picture food
Outlaw thug niggas never left the camp

I'm a nigga for assignment, one of the finest
Skilled in gorilla warfare an' with refinement
My rap shit contains sections of bomb
Says I'm responsible for black & Wessons

Puttin' up on [Incomprehensible] in the state of mind
Dangerous like chronic an' yard when
Cocoa, Brovas, pan the
That's the sound an' your dead

Man to man, I'm facin' the with a plan
Judo stance, first glance, I'm makin' my
Animal instincts, of an assassin
Mask my style, surround me ready to attack

I react swiftly, what taught me sticks with me
Never forget the methods, stick an' strictly
Shit be seemin' it's closin' in, with no regrets I hold position
I circles, I'm one of the chosen men

Picture bein' put in position to move an' you move
'Cause move is blocked by the knight at 12 o'clock
when the madness begins, so I start to focusin'
My on the war, 'cause the rule is the law

An' the law that we live by is to stay to self
In this case, beady eye, why try? lie
About the block, true soldier
This is how we rock an'

Stick an' move, time to what kinda nigga
Move or get moved on, let's see who's

In the days of the strange, where nothin' stays the
With new faces come through with game
An' who you them, really ain't they
deja vus of the game people play

It's a for re-adjustment, fine tune your positions
You an' trippin' instead of bobbin' an' dippin'
Will never let this of stress get the best of me
Takin' breathin' techniques, you with Tai Chi

What does it change to get a break in the world of
An' those who fake, elimination, I'm
Destruction, till I duck down
From po' po's bustin', no one to in

Rushin' to the goal line, a nigga
Beat him, him like he stole mine
No swine, I'm a soldier, told ya I control
Time to take you back into time, this here

One way out this hole for this black soul
Shit is control, I'm fightin'
For my position to be a in this world
I am enterin' an' my is sentencin' for repentance

Before my was fully formed into a human
I was already weed
my mom's use to smoke back in the '70s
Maybe that's why in the '90s I drop Gs when I drop

When I ease across the block Pac an' got all you niggas shot
You didn't think Boot Camp click link
the outlaw minded, if you do you press rewind
An' you can peep gorilla in every line

Yeah, an' is how we do it
Where my real thugs? they at?
Let me see my real thugs, now you at?
Won't you see my thugs, where you at?

Let me see my real thugs, you at?
Now, where my thugs, let me see where you at?
Tell me my real thugs, gots to see where you at?
Where's my soldiers, you at?

my real soldiers, where you at?
Where my at, where you at?
Where you at? Get your strap, my
you at? Where you at?

Where my soldiers at, you at?
Where you at? Hit your niggas
you at? With your strap
Where my soldiers at? With my true thug

No longer dealers, 'cause we now thug niggas
Where my at?
No longer drug dealers, 'cause we now niggas
Let me, where my, where my at?

Put your pistols in the air, where my at?
Put guns up, tell me where my soldiers at?
Put pistols in the air, where my soldiers?
My true thug rollers, yes, it doesn't quit

Yes, this is real hip hop shit
Yes, fuck you heard
From the to the 'burbs
we meant every word

Where my soldiers, my soldiers at?
Where my soldiers, where my at?
Put your hand on your pistol, point your in the air
Where my soldiers at, my soldiers at?

my soldiers, where my soldiers at?
Where my soldiers, my soldiers at?
When Bob Dole an' Tucker wanna know
my soldiers at? Code Fo'