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 like shaq my nigga
you tried to stop me you hoes you can harm me
the new no is every street nigga army

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My told me fall off yo bike then you get back up
represent yo hood throw yo shit up.
you dotn snitch you go to dats the codes of the street
got a gun to yo head want you to talk man? put me to sleep!
before i tell war stories or on my homies
testify in the court room man niggas are phony.
what happened to old days niggas died for honor,
i know some niggas in my hood a fucking on they mama.
i only roll a chosen few a chosen crew,
bize, hotboy, drama, afficial, D's, and Hollelu.
you respect the niggas that stayed solid.
corey, aljum v them niggas on records island.
them niggas they aint gone represent no limit,
like long head 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,
rockin my solder rags since they made atari.
dont speak to bitch i dont like to get drawn
i got a eye problem see me fucking with yall.
i i said it once dawg but now im saying it clearly,
if u see a snitch bitch look in the mirror.
no limit is the army we soldiers til we die,
pete gimem the word you know im gone ride goodbye!

Pistol

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

(Chorus x2)

everybody so i put somethin in they ear,
they think p just somethin that i wear
yeah see the 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 speak than once its usually a song.
and tho we in the playing field
say Apollo And Carl wont kill u but a hater will.
my meal ticket just startin to in
breathin key when i bail on my last win.
start from the bottom,
til u find yaself chasin everything til u run into

i got street credibility every hood feeling me,
heavy deliveries while u tearing up christmas trees.
my religously beat down my enemies,
peep how i injure weak lames listen.
i flames and lyrically heat brains,
im physically untamed you a lil more help maine
this 45 unlocked and aim my gun cock and bang
this shit is bad for your 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 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 make me take my belt off and one of dez lil bitches!