Luyện nghe bài hát Soldier's Story

[Intro - Man w/ (Royce)]
We're in a situation, where involved knows the stakes
(What up Reef) We're [echoes]
Soldiers don't go to hell, war

[Verse 1 - Da 5'9"]
I'm horse-back on the drums, from the to the snare
Get them shits in the air, shit is to flair
[Spit] Spit on the beat, wrap it and it
Put it out, shit on the streets, me
Bust you in yo shit, and you don't you ever
That's me, I need respect, don't you
That's me, chrome berretta, in the
Of my own get up, I'm and still goin (*Car horn*)
That's me, you hear a pop and see a drop, I'm
That's me, everybody on ya block is runnin
That's me, wit the rocks that could the sun in
The that I got, got a box it come in
I'm like the fear, Biggie and Pac is comin (Uh)
The reason why baller boys cop them onions
That's me, 5 to the 9 doo rag be tied to the
You either ride with it or die

- Royce Da 5'9"]
Grooooom, now you know a soldier's comin
He came right into yo hood, and he you somethin
He spit, wit a frozen flow, and he told you
I think I a soldier's comin, that's me
Grooooom, yeah now you a soldier's comin
You run for it, run for it, run
Yeah now you a soldier's comin
You run for it, run for it, run

[Bridge - Da 5'9"]
We soldier's, (We) bats, (We)
(We) gats, (We) game, (We) raps, (We)
We soldier's, in the we keep heat
is deep, and niggas'll creep, creep

2 - Royce Da 5'9"]
Far from what you call soft, you competing
What you would off, I'm beef, you call off
That's me, the one that you supposedly wit
me, we fought, but you kept it a secret
Talking bout what you gon' do you find me and keep seeing me (Uh)
like you dying to catch me, and put three in me (Uh)
Told him cut the jokes, but I that he wan't hearin me (Uh)
Convince his that he wan't fearing me
My niggas all killers, the bottom straight to the top
wit me rather know they destination or not
That's me, the baddest rap you heard in a
Ride with the gat in the lap, convertible
That's me, the killer that in the dark
Tear up ya goddamn hood, from the church to the
Grooooom, motherfucker, you hear that
You run for it, run for it, run

[Verse 3 - Da 5'9"]
but underground shit, comin out of my pump
Decade funk from a punk, out of my trunk (Uh)
wanna thug, wit them triggers they pullin
Be shootin pip-pip guns, that as big as my bullets
from Detroit comin, to a block near you (Uh)
Real soon, might get popped near you (Uh)
All you do is rap, I'll be listening right
After flippin a bit difference, between a and a mic
soldier (Soldier) cool as I wanna be
Gun totin, talkin to hoes, rude as I be
Who wants of me, this is no problem
That I can't fix, I got a tool that I wit me (Uh)
Hardcore your nothin (Uh)
Ben Franklin run motherfucker, and in God I trust him (Uh)
If you ever see my guns out, I'm bustin
Why you ridin and dying, I'll be truckin

[Outro - Da 5'9"]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Royce 9, 2000
Big Reef, uh

and (Woman) talking]
Beef, we soldier's, we follow codes,
(Soldier's they justify that you do)