Luyện nghe bài hát Soldierz

(Bun B)


Lost of a one
Relative in commander to the game of life, in one chose to adapt to as a gangsta
Enter my
Fill my
My emotional
Can you it?
Naw
Can you it?
If you experienced that nature of life, its gutta

(Cobe)
I got this
worry momma
Cuz I got the
On my back, I
Drive the streets
on me
Tryin to take my
But I give a
What about
Grip that
Cock that
You don't be (GONE)
Another (GONE)
In the (GONE)
Another (GONE)
In a (GONE)
corners (GONE)
Finna (GONE)
soldier (LONG GONE)
In the (grave 7x)

(BUN B)
We are the Middle Fingaz
We do not accept
us or die

(MDDL FNGZ)
Yeah fatboy slow, but a nigga quick
Ho through the door, lay a nigga on his d*ck
up tha door, nigga standing like "sh*t"
Fifteen bricks, same price for a hit
Nigga I done it, it aint gotta be a lick
And if I'm wit you patna then the choppa gon piss
Shootin up ya make a sound like "Swish"
But I low so gat cuz the don't miss.

(BUN B)
No the gon hit
to leave ya dome split
Lose ya functions
Have me you gon sh*t
fingaz, strong click
Bun B, the spit
Put you six under
Why not a long sit
Long walk, pier
Mane have a flip
Got the streets on
And got the yola on
Tell momma we comin so dont trip

(MDDL FNGZ)
If I Tee, worry bout me
I'm a G
I know how to handle niggas tryin to up on me
to run up on me
you gon try me
in a bag
Drinkin a IV
So appreciate ya
While you got some
Ya a bi*ch
They got PMS
And my only fear of death is
So it sh*t for me to make you niggas ER patients
Another soldier in the

(Chorus)

(B.A.N.D.I.T)
Two nines, four
Prayin that you trip
Lookin for trouble
Finna bust you bubble
And I don't give a fu*k about your meal mug
We can go toe to toe, or trade slugs
So catch a square
And I budge
plea bargain now, nigga save it for the judge
I might you niggas lookin like a strawberry fanta
Did so much, burned myself, retire my bandanna
SOUTHWEST got soldiers
Some movin
movin X
but mostly movin yola
Wit in tha holsta
We leave tha toasta
Face wind up on a rest in peace poster
in peace? No suh
Pissin on ya
Then get nigga wit it and go fu*k ya wife
So think
one for you and ya momma
Band I-T, the soldiers like I shoot tha dice

(BUN B)
For my nigga Bad Ass Bam, I'll open ya
For Young Lo, I'll let forty-fo fill ya wit lead
For Big Munsta, I'll pull out the Thompson and squeeze it
Behind Sean Wee cut you off at the knees
For the Band I-T, I'll close range ya the mac
And for K.S.O lot, put the glock to ya back
Middle Finga, aint a act
This coke
ever play us for a joke
You'll get ya smoked
We go for

(Chorus)