Luyện nghe bài hát Brang Yo Army!

Verse 1: peter the

I in hell, bucking and fighting, scratching and biting
Throwing bows, showing gold's, and smoking
Drinking yak in the back,
Hand in hand the devil, my team imperial
We don't hang with that busta call miracle
The first disciple, 30 from the rifle
his soul like a reaper
A.k.a. known as lil' peter
Light 'em up the powder
believe I'm a rider
The pastor sic him and whoever else with 'em
And watch me and my boys go and him, we ready

(pastor troy)
I think bout to die (4x then to background of hook)

4x

You say you want me, but you betta brang yo
Dez georgia rebels ain't let nobody harm me

Verse 2:

Killa, disabled, stable, mentally the name 'em
But yet I manage God given talents
Enter it, cause ravage and repercussions, and damages
Pimpin' at them, iceberg slim, titanic
steady slow
Bobin' and we broke a do'
Complication rules the nation so I roll I smoke
This one out to my folk
one they caught in they smoke
Bungey jumping, hang gliding, and of ski slopes
Went from selling busta's dope, over used to be
I can't cope, cut throat, rhymes over
I go fo'

Verse 3:

Smoking on that reefer, with the street
Suckers I got up can't run from the grand reaper
a, miracle game so lame that you can't show
You tried to steal a track from the pastor and got
I brought my freaking
My folks that keep it
We drinking on brandi and we handy with the steel
guard yo grill, hard to kill, like steven segal
Cause when I see him fall, i'ma shatter his brains against the

(pastor troy)

I think somebody's bout to die 4x then to of hook

4x

You say you me, but you betta brang yo army
Dez georgia rebels ain't gone let nobody me

Verse 4: troy

they got me last and I'm mad
And I'm to fight
One hundred eighty strong, but watch how I bite
They takin flight, cause this buster ackin' my amigo
Hit 'em seventeen times with that desert eagle
These my people, in georgia, ignore ya, I
Get dumped off in miami riding on candy
Now would you believe I got a in my trunk?
I'm crunk out the window, yeah!, I shot the punk
The first to dump, the one that punk scatter
I'm high I'm drunk, put I'm still that pastor
So any bastard, that got plans to me
You best of be ready cause I got a

(pastor troy)

I think bout to die 4x then to background of hook

Hook end

You say you want me, but you betta yo army
Dez rebels ain't gone let nobody harm me