Luyện nghe bài hát Street Army

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

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

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My pops told me fall off yo bike you get back up
represent yo nigga throw yo shit up.
you dotn snitch you go to dats the codes of the street
nigga got a gun to yo want you to talk man? put me to sleep!
before i tell war stories or snitch on my
testify in the room man these niggas are phony.
what to old days when niggas died for honor,
i know niggas 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 gotta respect the that stayed solid.
like corey, aljum v them niggas on island.
them niggas they aint gone represent no limit,
long head paul hall me marlo and jimmy.
c murder doing it big and do the crime,
ya see my niggas dont if they life on the line

(Chorus) x2

I like the navy so i joined the army,
been rockin my rags since they made atari.
dont speak to bitch niggas i like to get drawn
i got a eye problem cant see me fucking yall.
i i said it once dawg but now im saying it clearly,
if u wanna see a snitch look in the mirror.
no limit is the army we some til we die,
pete gimem the word you know im gone ride goodbye!

Pistol

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

(Chorus x2)

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

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

(Chorus) x2

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i know yall street niggas out there can appreciate a nigga coming from 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 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!