Luyện nghe bài hát Soldierz

(Bun B)


Lost of a one
in commander to the game of life, in which one chose to adapt to as a gangsta
Enter my
my heart
My pain
Can you it?
Naw
Can you it?
If you havent experienced that nature of life, its

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

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

(MDDL FNGZ)
Yeah fatboy slow, but a nigga aint
Ho limped through the door, lay a 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 plexin wit you patna then the gon piss
Shootin up ya corna make a sound "Swish"
But I low so gat cuz the chopper miss.

(BUN B)
No the gon hit
Bound to ya dome split
Lose ya bodily
Have me think you gon
Middle fingaz, click
Bun B, the spit
Put you six feet
Why not have a sit
walk, short pier
Mane have a long
Got the on lock
And got the yola on
momma we comin home so dont trip

(MDDL FNGZ)
If I Tee, dont worry 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 life's a
got permanent PMS
And my fear of death is reincarnation
So it aint for me to make you niggas ER patients
Another soldier in the

(Chorus)

(B.A.N.D.I.T)
Two nines, clips
that you niggas trip
Lookin for trouble
Finna bust you niggas
And I don't give a fu*k about your happy mug
We can go toe to toe, or these slugs
So catch a square
And I won't
Don't plea bargain now, nigga it for the judge
I might have you niggas like a strawberry fanta
Did so much, done burned myself, retire my
got them soldiers
Some movin
Some X
but they mostly movin
Wit in tha holsta
We leave tha toasta
Face could wind up on a rest in poster
Rest in No suh
on ya gravesite
Then get real nigga wit it and go ya wife
So think
one for you and ya momma
Band I-T, shoot the soldiers I shoot tha dice

(BUN B)
For my nigga Bad Ass Bam, I'll ya head
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 Wee I'll cut you off at the knees
For the I-T, I'll close range ya with the mac
And for K.S.O lot, put the glock to ya back
Middle Finga, this a act
uncut coke
Dont ever us for a joke
You'll get ya smoked
We go for

(Chorus)