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 emotional
Can you it?
Naw
Can you it?
If you experienced that nature of life, its gutta

(Cobe)
I got this
Dont worry
Cuz I got the
On my back, I
Drive the streets
on me
Tryin to take my
But I give a
What that
Grip thang
Cock back
You wanna be (GONE)
goner (GONE)
In the (GONE)
soldier (GONE)
In a (GONE)
corners (GONE)
Finna (GONE)
Another (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 the door, lay a nigga on his d*ck
up tha door, nigga standing like "sh*t"
Fifteen full bricks, same for a hit
Nigga I done done it, it gotta be a lick
And if I'm plexin wit you patna then the choppa gon
Shootin up ya corna a sound like "Swish"
But I low so gat cuz the chopper miss.

(BUN B)
No the gon hit
Bound to leave ya split
Lose ya functions
Have me think you gon
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 how to handle niggas tryin to come up on me
to run up on me
you gon try me
in a bag
Drinkin a IV
So ya breath
you got some left
Ya a bi*ch
got permanent PMS
And my only fear of death is
So it aint sh*t for me to make you ER patients
Another soldier in the

(Chorus)

(B.A.N.D.I.T)
Two nines, clips
Prayin that you niggas
Lookin for trouble
bust you niggas 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 nigga
And I won't
Don't plea now, nigga save it for the judge
I might have you lookin like a strawberry fanta
Did so much, done burned myself, retire my
got them soldiers
Some movin
movin X
but mostly movin yola
Wit guns in tha
We leave tha toasta
Face could wind up on a in peace poster
in peace? No suh
Pissin on ya
Then get real nigga wit it and go fu*k ya
So think
one for you and ya life
Band I-T, shoot the soldiers like I tha dice

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

(Chorus)