Luyện nghe bài hát Born to Be a Soldier

(intro p])
What's up and bitches.
It's the 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 our muthafuckin souls from these wars,
The streets, the ghetto, the hood. the ghetto.

x 7

p]
Bitch, I'm a soldier!

I was to be a soldier!

Ah, atten!
Hoo! don't you move
I got what is to make your ass feel (? )
You wanna rest in this parade
No limit throwin grenades!
Strictly, artillery, calm and gunnin
I got your troops runnin from incoming!
Go, go go go, the caliber
Bout to rip your (? ) vest, split your
The be marchin in the land camp
Bitch we soldiers, the streets is what made us!
No lve's, no
But we our enemies, and drive humvees!

x 5

p]
Born, to be, a soldier
The don't play, I'm out that tank
Money in the bank, make niggas
At ease when we rank, cause we cap
Fools run they trap, bust caps
Fools die a million deaths, solider once
Put on my gold keys, my gat, and my blunt
Candy painted hummer, triple d's
We bout it, eyes on our cream cause we
Battle advil, niggas load they carriages
Weapons on the mayor of the cash cause I character
I'm ready to bust keys, (? )
Niggas are fuckin, them trees
They gon die in new

x 4

I came out the muthafuckin womb, wanna combat tank
My ghetto antics, my ghetto
I smack quick, stick gat nigga to your ass and acrobatic
what? black, my m-16, is black bitch
I was to drop phat shit
your ass like a sac bitch
Yeah, I a gat bitch (? ) I react quick
Blow them soldiers, told ya, and it
But see, I set my shit off a punt (go, t, go)
We roll, I said we roll like a blunt
See, don't come 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 a muthafucka who ain't tru laugh at old shoot
face, salute!
Tell soldier, by the way I talk
Tell soldier, by the way I march (right, left, left)
I was to be a soldier!

x 4

Bringin bags and
Lil fiend live by the soldiers
Of broken no seed in the botton pockets of my
War fatigues, playing live chess games the chain
(? ) at the gun range, cause I'll bring
I'm playing survival games, that's why I sport a vest
But niggas are put to rest, but got them right tatted on my
I was best on my recon, harm and dis
The war from this, is that was born from this
Scarred from this, so all the armies now go
Cause the crime design, stay nine to five
Enemies retire, and the bigger go up, my gun show up
No limit soldiers, the blow up!

x 3

Assassin, soldier, sniper,
Son of a bitch, arsonist, burglarer
Been there, done most the sun rose
We clothes, when the po po's chase
Narrow with the bass, got them hoes all in my
And them fake niggas hate, so I started ways
And even when I'm and gone
My live on
Tatoo me on arm and tell niggas he got his rhyme on
Murder murder killin and shit that I spit
For lunatics who be feelin shit
Put the gat in my face, I never squeal, 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, in my vein
never change in the purple rain
My name pain, I'm a soldier

x 8