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
Yo Ragz in the air we back my nigga,
i can smell a like shaq my nigga
you bitches to stop me you hoes 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 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 war stories or snitch on my homies
testify in the court room man these are phony.
what happened to old days niggas died for honor,
i know some in my hood a fucking tell on they mama.
i only roll with a few a chosen crew,
bize, hotboy, drama, afficial, D's, and Hollelu.
you gotta the niggas that stayed solid.
like corey, aljum v them on records island.
them niggas they aint gone that no limit,
long head paul hall me marlo and jimmy.
c murder doing it big and do the crime,
ya see my niggas dont snitch if they life on the

(Chorus) x2

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

Pete:

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

(Chorus x2)

everybody listening so i put in they ear,
they think p miller just that i wear
see the connection we got,
is real enough to out the booth and make the best of the block.
so i stop we got everything moving along,
u hear me 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 ticket just to cash in
breathin key movin when i bail on my win.
everybody start the bottom,
til u find yaself chasin everything til u run into

i got street credibility every they feeling me,
heavy good while u tearing up christmas trees.
my hand beat down my enemies,
peep how i injure these weak listen.
i flames and lyrically heat brains,
im physically untamed you need a lil more help
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, 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 this shit back to reality tho ya me, dont make me take my belt off and whoop one of dez lil bitches!