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 a championship like shaq my nigga
you bitches tried to me you hoes you can harm me
the new no limit is every nigga army

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My told 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 want you to talk put me to sleep!
before i war stories or snitch on my homies
testify in the court room man niggas are phony.
what happened to old when niggas died for honor,
i some niggas in my hood a fucking tell 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.
like corey, aljum v them on records island.
them niggas they aint gone represent no limit,
like long head paul me marlo and jimmy.
c doing it big and didnt do the crime,
ya see my niggas dont if they life on the line

(Chorus) x2

I never like the so i joined the army,
been rockin my rags since they made atari.
dont speak to niggas 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,
pistol pete gimem the word you im gone ride goodbye!

Pistol

I Enrolled In The i aint 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 they aint no prints. Nigga!
i turn a slice of into a loaf,
we live death dishonor ima stick to the oath
its a fact the fiends needles of smack,
ima hustle until i got more than shaq.

(Chorus x2)

everybody listening so i put somethin in ear,
they p miller 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 when we got everything moving along,
u me speak more than once its usually a song.
and even tho we in the playing
they say Apollo And Carl wont kill u but a will.
my meal ticket startin 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 deliveries while u tearing up christmas trees.
my hand religously beat my enemies,
peep how i injure weak lames listen.
i speak and lyrically heat brains,
im physically untamed you need a lil help maine
cause this 45 unlocked and aim my gun cock and
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, 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 make me take my off and whoop one of dez lil bitches!