Luyện nghe bài hát Street Army

P:

T R U!!! Silkk You In Here, No 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 bitches tried to stop me you you can harm me
the new no limit is every street nigga

P:

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

(Chorus) x2

I never like the so i joined the army,
rockin my solder rags since they made atari.
dont speak to bitch niggas i like to get drawn
i got a eye problem cant see me with yall.
i know i said it once dawg but now im it clearly,
if u wanna see a bitch look in the mirror.
no is the army 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 long like tank shawn prince.
use to hustle off the porch we have no fence,
mask on no they aint have no prints. Nigga!
i turn a slice of bread a loaf,
we live before dishonor ima stick to the oath
its a the fiends want needles of smack,
ima hustle until i got diesel than shaq.

(Chorus x2)

everybody listening so i put somethin in ear,
they think p miller just somethin that i
see the connection we got,
is real enough to come out the booth and make the of the block.
so i stop when we got moving along,
u hear me speak more than once its a song.
and tho we in the playing field
they say Apollo And Carl wont u but a hater will.
my meal ticket startin to cash in
breathin key when i bail on my last win.
start from the bottom,
til u yaself chasin everything til u run into problems

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

(Chorus) x2

P:

i 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 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!