Luyện nghe bài hát Born 2 Be A Soldier

(Intro P])
What's up and bitches.
the muthafuckin kisarme.
It's No Limit, P.
introduce y'all to the muthafuckin,
one of the liuetenants on the tank, Mystikal.
We was all to be soldiers.
See, evil thoughts,
they was scarred into our muthafuckin 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 you move
I got is takes to make your ass feel (?)
You don't rest in this parade
No Limit throwin grenades!
Strictly, artillery, calm and gunnin
I got ground troops runnin from INCOMING!
Go, go go go, the caliber
Bout to rip your (?) vest, split capita
The niggas be marchin in the camp
Bitch we ghetto soldiers, the streets is what us!
No LVE's, no
But we kill our enemies, and humvees!
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Born, to be, a soldier
The colonel don't play, I'm out that
Money in the bank, make 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 it, eyes on our CREAM cause we rowdy
Battle kicked advil, niggas they carriages
Weapons on the mayor of the cash I know character
I'm to bust keys, niggas (?)
Niggas are fuckin, slanging them
gon die in New Orleans
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I out the muthafuckin womb, niggas wanna combat tank
My antics, my ghetto tactics
I quick, stick another gat nigga to your ass and acrobatic
Nigga Black, my M-16, is black bitch
I was born to drop phat
Punk your ass a sac bitch
Yeah, I keep a gat (?) I react quick
them soldiers, told ya, and that's it
But see, I set my shit off like a (Go, T, Go)
We roll, I we roll like a muthafuckin blunt
See, don't stunt and don't try to front
I'm the Shocker, I snatch your ass like a muthafuckin duck
I put on my camoflauge nigga, straight up my fuckin
Why would a muthafucka who ain't TRU laugh at old
face, salute!
Tell I'ma soldier, by the way I
Tell I'ma soldier, by the way I (Right, left, left)
I was to be a soldier!
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Bringin bags and
Lil Fiend live by the soldiers
Of broken no seed in the pockets of my fatigues
War fatigues, playing live games with the chain
(?) at the gun range, cause I'll bring
When I'm playing 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 that Fiend was born this
from this, so all the armies now go hide
Cause the crime design, stay from to five
Enemies retire, and the bigger go up, my gun show up
No Limit soldiers, the blow up!
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Assassin, soldier, sniper,
Son of a bitch, arsonist, burglarer
Been there, done before the sun rose
We changin clothes, when the po chase
Narrow with the bass, got hoes all in my face
And them fake niggas hate, so I started different
And even when I'm and gone
My legacy'll on
Tatoo me on your arm and tell he got his rhyme on
murder kill killin and shit that I spit
For lunatics who be this shit
Put the gat in my face, I squeal, nigga keep it real
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
I'll never in the purple rain
My manifest pain, I'm a soldier
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