Luyện nghe bài hát Street Army

P:

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

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

P:

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

(Chorus) x2

I never like the so i joined the army,
been rockin my solder rags since they atari.
dont speak to niggas 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 snitch look in the mirror.
no limit is the army we soldiers til we die,
pistol pete gimem the word you know im gone goodbye!

Pete:

I Enrolled In The Army i aint back since,
i was on the block long like shawn prince.
use to hustle off the porch we aint no fence,
mask on no they aint have no prints. Nigga!
i a slice of bread into a loaf,
we death before 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 so i put somethin in they ear,
they think p miller just somethin that i
yeah see the we got,
is real to come out the booth and make the best of the block.
so i stop when we got everything along,
u hear me speak more once its usually a song.
and even tho we in the field
they say Apollo And Carl wont kill u but a will.
my ticket just startin to cash in
breathin key when i bail on my last win.
start from the bottom,
til u find yaself chasin everything til u run problems

i got street every hood they feeling me,
heavy good deliveries u tearing up christmas trees.
my hand religously down my enemies,
peep how i injure these weak listen.
i flames and lyrically heat brains,
im physically untamed you need a lil more maine
this 45 unlocked and aim my gun cock and bang
this shit is bad for your maine.

(Chorus) x2

P:

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 fucking the rap game it up and the snitches fucking the dope game up maine we gone
brang this shit back to reality tho ya heard me, dont make me take my off and whoop one of dez lil bitches!