Luyện nghe bài hát Street Army

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T R U!!! Silkk You In Here, No Limit For Life, I Got Seedy, I Got This, I Got The Hood On My Back Nigga, Walk Wit Me!

(Chrous) x3
Throw Yo Ragz in the air we my nigga,
i can smell a championship like shaq my
you tried to stop 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 nigga throw yo up.
you dotn snitch you go to 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.
what happened to old days when 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 gotta respect the that stayed solid.
corey, aljum v them niggas on records island.
them niggas they gone that represent no limit,
like head paul hall me marlo and jimmy.
c murder doing it big and 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 rags 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 i said it once dawg but now im saying it clearly,
if u wanna see a snitch look in the mirror.
no is the army we some soldiers til we die,
pistol pete gimem the word you im gone ride goodbye!

Pete:

I In The Army i aint looked back since,
i was on the block like tank shawn prince.
use to hustle off the porch we aint no fence,
mask on no gloves they have no prints. Nigga!
i a slice of bread into 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 in they ear,
they p miller just somethin that i wear
yeah see the we got,
is real to come out the booth and make the best of the block.
so i stop we got everything moving along,
u hear me more than once its usually a song.
and even tho we in the field
they say Apollo And Carl kill u but a hater will.
my meal ticket just startin to in
breathin key movin i bail on my last win.
everybody start the bottom,
til u find yaself chasin til u run into problems

i got credibility every hood they feeling me,
heavy deliveries while u tearing up christmas trees.
my hand religously beat my enemies,
how i injure these weak lames listen.
i flames and lyrically heat brains,
im untamed you need a lil more help maine
cause 45 unlocked and aim my gun cock and bang
shit 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 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 make me take my off and whoop one of dez lil bitches!