Luyện nghe bài hát Street Army

P:

T R U!!! Silkk You In Here, No Limit For Life, I Got This Seedy, I Got This, I Got The Hood On My Nigga, Walk Wit Me!

(Chrous) x3
Throw Yo in the air we back my nigga,
i can smell a like shaq my nigga
you bitches tried to stop me you you can harm me
the new no is every street nigga army

P:

My pops told me fall off yo bike then you get up
represent yo hood nigga throw yo up.
you dotn snitch you go to jail the codes of the street
got a gun to yo head want you to talk man? put me to sleep!
before i tell war or snitch on my homies
in the court room man these niggas are phony.
what happened to old days when niggas for honor,
i know some in my hood a fucking tell on they mama.
i only roll with a chosen few a crew,
bize, hotboy, drama, afficial, D's, and Hollelu.
you respect the niggas that stayed solid.
like corey, aljum v niggas on records island.
them niggas aint gone that represent no limit,
like head paul hall me marlo and jimmy.
c murder it big and didnt do the crime,
ya see my niggas dont snitch if they life on the

(Chorus) x2

I never like the navy so i the army,
been rockin my solder since they made atari.
dont speak to bitch i dont like to get drawn
i got a eye problem cant see me with yall.
i know i said it once dawg but now im it clearly,
if u wanna see a bitch look in the mirror.
no limit is the army we soldiers til we die,
pistol pete the word you know im gone ride goodbye!

Pete:

I In The Army i aint looked back since,
i was on the long like tank shawn prince.
use to hustle off the porch we have no fence,
mask on no gloves they aint no prints. Nigga!
i a slice of bread into a loaf,
we live death dishonor ima stick to the oath
its a the fiends want needles of smack,
ima until i got more diesel than shaq.

(Chorus x2)

everybody listening so i put somethin in ear,
they think p miller just somethin i wear
see the connection we got,
is real to come out the booth and make the best of the block.
so i stop when we got moving along,
u me speak more than once its usually a song.
and tho we in the playing field
they say Apollo And Carl kill u but a hater will.
my meal just startin to cash in
breathin key movin when i on my last win.
everybody from the bottom,
til u find chasin everything til u run into problems

i got street credibility every hood they me,
heavy good deliveries while u up christmas trees.
my religously beat down my enemies,
peep how i injure weak lames listen.
i speak flames and heat brains,
im physically untamed you need a lil more help
cause this 45 unlocked and aim my gun and bang
this shit is bad for your maine.

(Chorus) x2

P:

i know yall street niggas out there can appreciate a nigga coming the mother fucking hood and do somethin else, but yall young niggas thats taking the game and fucking it up, nigga i was hustlin before most of you mutha fuckas was in school, kids under me children (Chiren) glorifying getting shot, real niggas dodge bullets, banging on whacks, man niggas dying in the hood man been hiding money, mutha fucking the rap game fucking it up and the snitches fucking the dope game up maine we gone
brang shit back to reality tho ya heard me, dont make me take my belt off and whoop one of dez lil bitches!