Luyện nghe bài hát Im A Soldier

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If somebody got a problem with me, come and it
If the shoe it then walk in it I'm talkin to Texas
See I'm from a section where we kid each for practice
So I keep grenades and a right under my mattress
Please don't let the gold and the fool you
I promise it's nothin for family to lose you
It's just when you speak to me watch ya tone, call the on the phone
Bring the to your home, make you sleep under some stones
the Crooked, but you faggots already know my name mayne
Know love to catch me slippin in the turnin lane mayne
Fuck a rap tuck my strap right in of my britches
I'm just rappin to pay my for creatin a witness
I done somebody befo' and smokin's a bad habit
They say it always take you to your casket, but fuck
Cause I scared, bitch I'm ready to fly
But until I go I'ma murk and get my fetti right now

2X: Z-Ro]
I'm a soldier, stankers keep me reachin for my holster
Sometime I feel my death is closer
But I'ma keep on like I'm 'posed ta, 'posed ta

Look at the conditions I was livin in, I didn't have a vision then
I needed ends there was no residence for me to sleep in
Nigga the streets raised me, man played me sometime
But a real nigga relax and take this back on his grind
I was with a sick grip game, and it stick to the spoon
Plus I'm gifted at make my vocals click to a tune
I'm schizophrenic, I probably won't stick to this mood
Hope I don't lose it 'fore I have to this brick to this dude
I heard some niggaz got somethin to say me back in the hood
be Mo City, cause everyday I'll be back in the hood
And we can scrap or we can it to the straps in the hood
You get your stuff or be and won't be back in the hood
Same way I the republic I'm just like that in the hood
Bring to you a hat in public or a hat in the
Niggaz say Rap-A-Lot payin me like I ain't got nuttin
If six figures is bein bent over, I'm the fuckin

All you niggaz that talk down, just might get down
Become another statistic and these war grounds
pull up your hands, just look at each other
But guaranteed to beat up a bitch he gon' wanna make me
So I shoot first, at his head burst, bleedin
And exit to dig a that's even, give me the reason
Promise I've been lookin to get stress off
I let the muh'fuckin hack everything under the neck off
Used to be a child now I'm a problem grown up
I done done some evil shit and one day I'ma to own up
But when I say somethin homey I mean I say
I'ma murder you straight up or I can lean I spray
Z-Ro the "fuck everybody" nigga from Screwed Up
Now I ain't gon' let you bend to tie your shoes up bitch
I'ma launch a Bernard Hopkins type of in your jaw
the way I police my perimeter, Ro is the law