Luyện nghe bài hát Soldier

[50 Cent and DJ Kid talking]

(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I my own gang
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT!
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT!

[50
It's a homie, eagles don't fly in flocks
But the eagles I got own shots
Like beefin', I ain't sayin' a word
run up on your punk ass squeezing the bird
Now New York niggas know about country grammar
Not much, but we how to bang them hammers
When I pull out that thing, you break yourself
Or win a to ICU, and you can take yourself
If you lucky motherfucker, I'm I told ya
Push ya shit back, put my through ya six pack
Gat bust, rush, blowin' the dust
Five point O, burnin' the cluth, while I'm the dutch
You thought them other niggas was hot, I'm it up
the blueprint, nigga are you learnin' or what
You done told me you respect me, now me I'm the nicest
Admit it nigga, I'm a crisis

(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (I got the rep of a villian, the concealin')
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (full of controversy until I my jersey)

[Lloyd
It's like niggas the respect of who gat bigger
Banks been on purple stuff before that fat nigga
Henny's make dollars, and make death threats
I'm doin' to bulletproof the Lex next
nigga, everdays war
I'm heavy on sports, to my like NBA's store
Don't make me send the at you
I'll your man walk around with another rest in peace tattoo
creampuff, you can get killed here
Nigga you ain't invincible, even Superman in a wheel
always been a picky man, but I ain't a flowered star
So I'mma fuck all fans
Look, whether you like it or not, right in ya
All in your grill, the crown, airin' em down
We're in the pound puttin' fare in the
I'm running with gangstas, don't make one of em ya

(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (I got the rep of a villian, the concealin')
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (full of controversy until I my jersey)

Yayo]
I'mma ride with my rap shit and my armor
like a Taliban suicide bomber
Four five six feet, I off ya
I kill ya with a when you fall asleep
Your records can't sell, your company is em
Give it up, King is hirin'
You shoulda been a cop, you snitch a lot
Talkin' to the jakes, you bound to get
I used to Big Bird and Scooby Doo
Now I'm choppin' big and them bundles too
For that Master P money, that shoppin' money
That coke, that dope and ecstasy money
I'm to build empires across the state line
So like vampires, never see me in the daytime
I jump out with a and a mack
I have you Khia, my neck, my back