Luyện nghe bài hát Born 2 Be A Soldier

(Intro P])
What's up and bitches.
It's the kisarme.
No Limit, Master P.
Im'a introduce to the muthafuckin,
one of the liuetenants on the tank, Mystikal.
We was all to be soldiers.
See, these thoughts,
was scarred into our muthafuckin souls from these wars,
the streets, the ghetto, the hood. The ghetto.
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Bitch, I'm a soldier!

I was to be a soldier!

Ah, ATTEN!
Hoo! Muthafuckas don't you
I got what is to make your ass feel (?)
You don't wanna rest in this
No Limit throwin grenades!
Strictly, heavy artillery, and gunnin
I got ground troops runnin from INCOMING!
Go, go go go, the caliber
Bout to rip (?) vest, split your capita
The niggas be marchin in the camp
we ghetto soldiers, the streets is what made us!
No LVE's, no
But we our enemies, and drive humvees!
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Born, to be, a soldier
The colonel don't play, I'm out tank
Money in the bank, niggas thank
At ease we rank, salute cause we cap
Fools run they trap, soldiers caps
Fools die a million deaths, solider dies
Put that on my gold keys, my gat, and my
painted hummer, triple gold D's
We bout it, eyes on our CREAM we rowdy
Battle kicked advil, load they carriages
Weapons on the of the cash cause I know character
I'm ready to bust keys, (?)
Niggas are fuckin, them trees
gon die in New Orleans
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I came out the muthafuckin womb, niggas wanna combat
My ghetto antics, my tactics
I smack quick, stick another gat nigga to ass and acrobatic
Nigga what? Black, my M-16, is black
I was born to drop shit
Punk ass like a sac bitch
Yeah, I a gat bitch (?) I react quick
Blow them soldiers, ya, and that's it
But see, I set my off like a punt (Go, T, Go)
We roll, I we roll like a muthafuckin blunt
See, don't stunt and don't try to front
I'm Silkk the Shocker, I your ass like a muthafuckin duck
I put on my camoflauge nigga, straight up my boot
Why would a muthafucka who ain't TRU at old shoot
face, salute!
Tell I'ma soldier, by the way I
Tell soldier, by the way I march (Right, left, left)
I was to be a soldier!
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Bringin bags and
Lil Fiend by the soldiers creed
Of no seed in the botton pockets of my fatigues
War fatigues, playing live chess games the chain
(?) at the gun range, cause bring pain
When I'm survival games, that's why I sport a vest
But niggas are put to rest, but got them right tatted on my
I was on my recon, started harm and dis
The war from this, is Fiend was born from this
Scarred this, so all the armies now go hide
Cause the crime design, from nine to five
Enemies retire, and the bigger go up, my gun show up
No Limit soldiers, the world up!
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Assassin, soldier, sniper,
Son of a bitch, arsonist, house
Been there, most before the sun rose
We changin clothes, the po po's chase
Narrow with the bass, got hoes all in my face
And them fake niggas hate, so I different ways
And even I'm dead and gone
My legacy'll on
me on your arm and tell niggas he got his rhyme on
Murder murder kill and shit that I spit
For who be feelin this shit
Put the gat in my face, I never squeal, nigga keep it
Pops gave me the game, bout to bag a
We attack like the Men in
You react, if you got a gat
I'll never die, camoflauge in my
never change in the purple rain
My manifest pain, I'm a soldier
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