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 On My Back Nigga, Walk Wit Me!

(Chrous) x3
Throw Yo 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 street army

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My pops told me fall off yo bike 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 snitch on my
in the court room man these niggas are phony.
what to old days when niggas died for honor,
i know some niggas in my hood a fucking tell on mama.
i only with a chosen few a chosen crew,
bize, hotboy, drama, afficial, D's, and Hollelu.
you gotta respect the niggas stayed solid.
like corey, aljum v niggas on records island.
them they aint gone that represent no limit,
like long head paul hall me and jimmy.
c doing it big and didnt do the crime,
ya see my niggas snitch if they life on the line

(Chorus) x2

I like the navy 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 bitch look in the mirror.
no limit is the army we some 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 tank 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 want needles of smack,
ima until 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 real enough to come out the booth and make the of the block.
so i when 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 to cash in
breathin key when i bail on my last win.
everybody from the bottom,
til u find chasin everything til u run into problems

i got street credibility every they feeling me,
heavy good deliveries while u up christmas trees.
my hand religously beat my enemies,
peep how i injure these weak listen.
i speak and lyrically heat brains,
im physically you need a lil more help maine
cause this 45 unlocked and aim my gun and bang
this is bad for your health 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 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
brang this shit back to tho ya heard me, dont make me take my belt off and whoop one of dez lil bitches!