Luyện nghe bài hát Born to Be a Soldier

(intro p])
What's up and bitches.
It's the kisarme.
no limit, master p.
Im'a y'all to the muthafuckin,
One of the hardest on the tank, mystikal.
We was all to be soldiers.
See, these 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 what is takes to your ass feel (? )
You don't rest in this parade
No limit soldiers grenades!
Strictly, artillery, calm and gunnin
I got your ground troops runnin incoming!
Go, go go go, the future
Bout to rip your (? ) vest, split capita
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!

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Born, to be, a muthafuckin
The don't play, I'm out that tank
Money in the bank, make thank
At when we rank, salute cause we cap
Fools run trap, soldiers bust caps
Fools die a deaths, solider dies once
Put on my gold keys, my gat, and my blunt
Candy hummer, triple gold d's
We it, eyes on our cream cause we rowdy
Battle kicked advil, niggas load carriages
Weapons on the of the cash cause I know character
I'm ready to bust keys, (? )
Niggas are fuckin, slanging trees
They gon die in new

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I came out the muthafuckin womb, wanna combat tank
My ghetto antics, my ghetto
I smack quick, another gat nigga to your ass and acrobatic
what? black, my m-16, is black bitch
I was born to phat shit
Punk ass like a sac bitch
Yeah, I keep a gat bitch (? ) I react
Blow them soldiers, told ya, and it
But see, I set my shit off like a (go, t, go)
We roll, I said we roll like a blunt
See, don't come stunt and try to front
I'm silkk the shocker, I snatch ass like a muthafuckin duck
I put on my nigga, straight up my fuckin boot
Why a muthafucka who ain't tru laugh 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!

x 4

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

x 3

Assassin, soldier, sniper,
Son of a bitch, arsonist, burglarer
Been there, most before the sun rose
We changin clothes, when the po po's
Narrow with the bass, got hoes all in my face
And them fake niggas hate, so I started ways
And even when I'm dead and
My legacy'll on
Tatoo me on your arm and tell niggas he got his on
Murder murder kill killin and that I spit
For lunatics who be feelin this
Put the gat in my face, I never squeal, keep it real
Pops gave me the game, to bag a feel
We like the men in black
You react, if you got a gat
never die, camoflauge in my vein
I'll never in the purple rain
My name manifest pain, I'm a

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