Luyện nghe bài hát Street Army

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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 shaq my
you bitches to stop me you hoes you can harm me
the new no limit is every street nigga

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My pops told me fall off yo bike then you get up
represent yo hood throw yo shit up.
you dotn snitch you go to jail dats the of the street
nigga got a gun to yo want you to talk man? put me to sleep!
before i tell war or snitch on my homies
testify in the room man these niggas 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 respect the niggas stayed solid.
like corey, aljum v them on records island.
niggas they aint gone that represent no limit,
like long head paul hall me and jimmy.
c murder it big and didnt 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 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 but now im saying it clearly,
if u wanna see a snitch bitch in the mirror.
no is the army we some soldiers til we die,
pistol pete the word you know im gone ride goodbye!

Pistol

I Enrolled In The Army i looked back since,
i was on the block like tank 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 live death before ima stick to the oath
its a fact the fiends needles 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
yeah see the we got,
is real to come out the booth and make the best of the block.
so i stop we got everything moving along,
u me speak more than once its usually a song.
and tho we in the playing field
they say Apollo And Carl wont u but a hater will.
my ticket just startin to cash in
key movin when i bail on my last win.
everybody from the bottom,
til u yaself chasin everything til u run into problems

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

(Chorus) x2

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i know yall 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 tho ya heard me, dont make me take my belt off and whoop one of dez lil bitches!