Luyện nghe bài hát Street Army

P:

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
Throw Yo Ragz in the air we my nigga,
i can smell a championship like shaq my
you bitches tried to me you hoes you can harm me
the new no limit is every street nigga

P:

My pops told me off yo bike then you get back up
yo hood nigga throw yo shit up.
you dotn snitch you go to dats the codes 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 court room man these are phony.
what happened to old days niggas died for honor,
i know 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 respect the niggas that stayed solid.
like corey, v them niggas on records island.
niggas they aint gone that represent no limit,
like head paul hall me marlo 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 rags since made atari.
dont speak to bitch niggas i dont 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 wanna see a snitch look in the mirror.
no limit is the we some soldiers til we die,
pistol pete gimem the word you know im ride goodbye!

Pete:

I Enrolled In The Army i aint looked since,
i was on the long like tank shawn prince.
use to off the porch we aint have no fence,
mask on no gloves 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 want of smack,
ima hustle i got more diesel than shaq.

(Chorus x2)

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

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

(Chorus) x2

P:

i know yall street niggas out there can appreciate a nigga coming from the mother fucking hood and do somethin else, but yall 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!