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 Nigga, Walk Wit Me!

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

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

(Chorus) x2

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

Pistol

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

(Chorus x2)

everybody listening so i put in they ear,
they p miller just somethin that 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 hear me speak than once its usually a song.
and even tho we in the field
they say Apollo And Carl wont kill u but a will.
my meal ticket startin to cash in
breathin key when i bail on my last win.
start from the bottom,
til u find chasin everything til u run into problems

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

(Chorus) x2

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