Luyện nghe bài hát No Limit Soldiers Ii

(master p)
Oh yea
It's christmas time
Well muthafuckin merry christmas and new nigga (ha,ha)
Yall think we was gonna do it again
Hah what

Mp be my
>from the to fame
Got make 'em say ughhh (ughhh)
Got the world my name
>from every to soldierette
every killer to cadet
Playa get wet
Tru niggas march step

(chorus)
We no soldiers
I thought I ya
We no soldiers
I thought I ya
No,no limit
I I told ya
We no limit

(c-murder)
I'm a no limit soldier
a mystery (what)
How us young black thugs history
We be some tru niggas on the
And we gonna ball till we
Two to my dead niggas on the wall
Captain of a bunch a ghetto on the rise
And much respect like them muthafucking wise
Tru tattooed on my and arm hoe
And represent the south 3rd ward

(fiend)
I dropped on the
Like cocked 9's or painted stop signs
Niggas knock down
Needles in white
lines pity crimes
Down to a gun call all a phone call
I done through it all
Well you my name fiend
And I don't around
And soldiers show that there rowdy
When I come
I'm mr. waump
The one than some new j's
Bout getting some to
get me funky for few days

(chorus)
We no,no soldiers
I I told ya
We no soldiers

(magic)
Yall remember me I'm the one they mr. magic
least to succeed but I'm back to let cha have it
Now I'm moving on y'all can't stop the I'm wit
If you fuck wit me be guaranteed bitch that head gonna split
Ahhhhh
Who make y'all the loudest
Who it
That master p boys get rowdy rowdy and bout it it
the tank or get your ass rolled over
By this 200 & 20 lb. 9th ward

(mr. serv-on)
You bet it's me the one to spell everything out
The nigga to your muthafucking neck
If you ain't got no respect
The soldier that been back for years
Cause niggas scared of my muthafucking
P done let up the streets
Believe me nigga you leaving this mothafucker
Till fight
Even if you want to
I'ma hit you punch you you
I'm the rowdiest up in this bitch
And love to get witcha
you I'm wearing these leather support across my chest
So lower you tens if you respect
You I'm from the 3rd bitch
You gone by casualty
I'ma

(mia x)
Rounding up my
up my warriors
Mobbin with these tru shot callers,street brawlers
All the nigga don't fuck
We ain't gonna tear your up
But we gonna shut the bitch
Lyrically I soldier hatas
I'm the alligator
you shake you and bake you
Split decision maker
Wake up fire coming harder
Than father's fist
Like he your mamma's lips around the neighbors dick
It's the same
know her mama drama mia x hoes
You don't want no we soldiers

(chorus)
We no soldiers
I thought I ya
We no soldiers
I thought I ya

(big ed)
I hit you wit the - left, , left
a roundhouse kick
Nigga make some back up back up
Bout to get right up in bitch
Big ed the (assassin) me get my (blast on)
I (smash on) with my (mask on)
Full wit the brains blown
my infamous spit
Then I fuck the shit out your old lady my infamous dick
Get 'em up hit 'em up
My entourage in
When you (ooh ooh oh) get the fuck out of dodge

(silkk the shocker)
Mista!! to the t
Second in
When I get my
The person that can stop it is p
No tattle tails so many I had to kill
my steal soldiers from the heart
No killa boy killa in my heart
On the battlefield y'all what
Coming through
Coming through
Yall hit the gates
Come through
a nigga
So now I'm to get you next
Nigga for combat
Bomb on contact we can play
Yall been warned ones y'all can stay there
You can tell we soldiers (right, right, right)
You can tell we soldiers (when I say ahhh)
Everybody to fight! soldiers

(chorus)
We nolimit
I thought I ya
We soldiers
I thought I ya
No,no-no limit
I thought I ya
We soldiers
I I told ya

(mystikal)
Left right left
Muthafucker I been
Running from the breath coming from my windpipe
Bullet pistol play muthafucking fist fight
Hiding in the tent with a chim light
There go the tank there the round
Throwing grenade get on the
You just get up without your head
You looking for trouble and that's you found
Take a long look around tryin to find
niggas ain't trying to respect our minds
Shoot us, and us, and kick us, and cut us
But can't with us when we combine
Get you everytime put your on the mine
Flyin metal when it explode don't matter how you put it
you are telling a nigga bout me
Let it be I'm a motherfucking soldier!

(chorus)
We no soldiers
I thought I ya
We no limit
I I told ya
No no limit
I thought I ya
We no soldiers
I thought I ya
No no soldiers
I I told ya
We no limit
I I told ya
(bitch get mind right)
No no soldiers
I thought I ya
(bitch get your right)
We no limit
I thought I ya