Luyện nghe bài hát Soldier

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Da 5'9"]
Fresh off the jet from just fuckin with
I'm feelin like the best, nobody - it back
Fresh off the jet from fuckin with Puff
I'm feelin the best, nobody fuckin with us
We done turned to a bygone don
We got the semi like Djimon Hounsou
A lifetime criminal, live by a we call shush
Fireman flow, look at it, my bar is up
As you can see I'm a beast on the
I'm even worse, I'm the hearse with the reef on the
I'm the gun at the race, son you only get one shot
My album is the finish line, here's where run stops
'Bout to go fishin with a clip extended
Because your momma got a glass eye with a in it (haha)

[Chorus 2X: Dean]
I-I my, niggaz is soldiers
I-I think my, is gangstas
I-I my, niggaz is soldiers
I-I think my, I-I (HUT!)

Da 5'9"]
I get money, I get bitches, I get bored or - bring it
I get bitches, I get money, no specific
Filthy hit recorder, wipe or Ricky mixed with Ricky
Butchie Jones mixed with Mr. with the tooky aura
I'm a muh'fucker, no I fuck mothers
I chug bottles and pass out on they
She try to leave them lil' niglets with me?
I treat 'em all I'm Snoop Dogg in "Baby Boy"
me alone, I'm Hancock
Liquor sto' close I'm swoopin hittin the second-hand spot
I don't fuck with no hoe she a dancer
no position, drug or liquor she can't try
I'm Cancer, me versus them is a
If your is fly, and your body is decent
This your inauguration the time your impeachment
I got a lotta anger - I was hot before your shit
Not your album, but before momma potty trained ya

[Kid
my soldiers attack (it's a wrap)
Hold up - my soldiers attack, it's a wrap
One clap'll lay you unconscious, alpha-mega slap
Cock grenade here, think we No way
Set yo' ass up the cops did O.J.
Fo' spray his make his chest explode
The barrel on the shotty wide as KRS's
Partner, (Buck-shot) ya
Rap like a automatic gun, lungs stoppin means you can't proper
Yeah, like I'm on some other shit
Whole clique hold like a oven mitt
To fuck this you want me on wax
So I'ma tax you lil' local rappers worse than the
Bastard - the closest you been
to a shotgun is in the car front passenger
How 'bout you a trip in the trunk?
Ride to the for a casket to hold ya; it's over!