Luyện nghe bài hát No Limit Soldiers

Nigga, I'm bustin me locs, but I'm hittin em with jokes
Y'all niggas on the rope, got your ho on da
Bitches me, jockin me, nigga blockin me, cockin me
I'm the HARDEST motherfucker, out here rockin
I got the game in shades, got the in blades
I got them on a raid, because the nigga gettin paid
I've got, niggas coast, slangin my dope
Got and G's, and rollin keys keys to record sto's
Get paid wit fatals, niggas harder than
Nigga turnin the tables, but niggas like potatoes
Get up in game, niggas runnin my name
Master P up in chain, is he dead a man
But I be bustin, hustlin, ain't trustin
I'm a soldier, that's why niggas ain't
No bitch or no nigga, ho or no
Fiend or no clucker, but ready to
With boulders, bigga than yo'
Runnin from the rollers, gone on doja
Cause cowards despise, soldiers we
with attitudes, but ready to die
Cause chickens get plucked, get fucked
get stuck, and niggas get cuffed
Ready for combat, my gat my hard hat
Strapped with my crew and my niggas and all
Down for whatever, straight rowdy
Ask any motherfucker in America tell ya, we bout it
out there tech, bustin don't think
Lose ya if you blink
Fuckin with them on the tank, cause

We No soldiers, I thought I told ya

Let's get ready to rumble, niggas stumble
Hit em left blows
Fuck it got blows
to got to war? Let's go!
We killas and realas, drug dealers and killers, it
No Limit soldiers, close your
Now me foldin dollar bills
I stay fuckin Tru, fuck it, nigga do ya
I come to life and I scare all y'all bustas like Freddy Kruger
Gangstafied nigga, true to the game
Stay fuckin triggas, fuck up all y'all niggas
Cause I'm so fuckin T-R-U, representin I you knew
Cause killas killas
That's all I be around, nigga fuckin
About face, this No soldier
One to the two to the (hah hah)
I tried to told ya
Everybody quiet, while I up this rifle (attention!)
Now all my soldiers start
It's time to go deep
Lethal Weapon like Glover, smother like jelly
Really, go like Jim Kelly
Fuck it, all y'all bustas open up belly
we playin bitch, well we ain't
I we had drama motherfucker
Put up the Benz and now we drive the
Cause all I to be was a soldier
All I want to be was a soldier,

We No soldiers, I thought I told ya

I'm a No Limit motherfuckin soldier I die
We run this place, and I say the same shit, with a gun up in my
I ain't scared to die, bitch like I before, ho
3rd Ward, I'm that motherfuckin Calliope
Projects supported by drug dealers
Transformin wimpy ass into killers
Taking over, worldwide, doin shows
Bringing bitches to the telly, put them hoes they knees
Gangstafied, like my motherfuckin homies and Abel
No Limit, the world's one fuckin rap label (worldwide)
Competition get smoked like we blunts
I take a hata and knock out his fuckin fronts
slanga, now I'm slangin CD's
A records (platinum), it used to be some quarter keys
TRU tattooed on my bitch thats my click
Ready to hop into motherfuckin gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't of nobody
Organized by P or I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya me
But if ya talk shit, bitch ya betta me
Skull I'm a hoodlum 4 life, I told ya
We be motherfuckin No Limit TRU soldiers

We No Limit soldiers, I I told ya

times got my mind on cock, and massive thoughts be the plot
Top priorities the family dope and
My loyalty, fiends with a of true niggas
No colors, just a bunch of motherfuckers
my pen is an infa-red
Hollow-tips be my dipped in venom when I send em
They split ya head (pssssh) wide
My rhymes on blood, but you can't smoke ne'er a one
Don't try to come, even touch the mic
My shit so tight, it's correct than right, when I recite
Absolutely, you booty-ass and niggas
behind water gun triggers
Hurry up and out that studio Gotti's catch hotties to the mouth
Who got that clout, don't act surprised cause it's bitch from the South
Mia X hoes, you want no problems
Get so much respect, even yo' niggas call me momma, the one
To come out the N.O., the crescent
Testin, chin-checkin, wreckin when I'm flexin on your crew
Who wants to go to war with this arsenist
Ya talkin shit, I'll having ya runnin for the thesaurus, cause I'm wit
The big dogs hesitation, Unlady Like as ever
of, verbal annhilation
Escaping, po-po's chasin, want ta catch me but they
I made em think, and now they too to run up on the tank
No Limit, you can it, but we niggas is the hardest
To deal wit, the steel, and the plastics to peel wit
In reach, so we can yo' ass
And a bout it scarf on ya face, we soldiers

We No soldiers, I thought I told ya