Luyện nghe bài hát Make Some Room

Featuring c-murder, mia x, mac and snoop

(big ed)

Nigga make room, nigga back up, back up
No limit soldiers to act up, act up x2

(big ed)
Ha, ha my mother fuckin soldiers, its time for war (attention)
Salute your time to get even
Fire in the hole take
Got you punk ass nigga trippin fallin each other
Seen that 50 spit that bits, unload, reload and extra an clip,
I thought i was watchin gymnastics the way i that hoe flip
Its the who am i (the assassin)
Big ed be puttin it like dat get your gat
A-r fully now whatch how act
It's survival of the roughest nigga, toughest
When im drinkin happy, so call mr. bucka nigga
Ask my nigga artis he say no limit niggaz be the hardest
>from coast to coast
Better then the last soldiers, throw yo nut, nigga what nigga

x2

(mia x)
N-o (repeat)
Bout it niggaz from the (repeat)
Tru is what we (repeat)
We break that ass we take names (repeat)
off (click clack)
off (rat tat tat tat)
Break it on down (we aint to be with)
Shit! better take heat
Ya'll could fuck around and get smoked like
Bleed like a minstral, boy dont play no
We done give a fuck tha family's pain
All the is me find me in the n.o.
ya he's got no name once the 50 sprain
Who ya 2, whatcha been through
Aint the issue, hit you
Nigga soldiers tryin to you
Rip you you to pieces you funky like feces
Talkin ride ride know when you tryin to see
Tthese down south about problems than a lil
Watch out the bound nigga comin 4 your
The real feels so they our shit
Why the hate because they cant relate
Nut it we got duckets in the buckets for a rainy day
And momma mia's verbil a-k gon spray 4 my

(mac)
die die die in the swingin battlefield (field)
You can me if you kill (kill)
I got that shoe on my grill (grill)
I'm a soldier (soldier )i die (never die)
When you no limit niggaz, we stay (camoflauge)
Wooo!
The metal jacket that mac it i pack it clickin clackin
T start spittin, they start
No retreat no surrender take me alive
Got the game in my vein and the in my eye
I'm shellshocked i aint you spittin and aint no bull shitin murda,
Murda that when before i serv ya
A-s-s-a-s-s-i-n dont make me dig the hearts of men wooo!

(c-murder)
Im a fuckin no limit soldier till im dead and gone ya heard me and
I going never let a bitch nigga serv me
Bitch im bossalini that means i run all this
leiutenant of a bunch of ignant niggaz in my tru click
Fo the fedz if my be real
I cant why all my mother fuckin enimies is gettin killed
We no soldiers i thought i told ya
Make millions on rap my lyrics burn dolja
We breed machines military minded mother fuckas
With a past of sellin 2 some cluckers
So some room nigga, cause we combat ready
So back up, up, or you gon fell this meshedie we soldiers

(snoop)
Na, na.na.na.na.na.
Now i can lay play you or just you
Buck you up or fuck you up or just
And i will on real
But id rather not on it cause i know niggaz be litenin and twistin

My is to stomp on niggaz like a marin core vet
We ease your stress 2 to your chest
Mr ganasta how ya do dat
I'm a tru tankdawg & all ya'll niggaz already that
I got 2 kids in the back of my tank
And 4 on the front door
And state i go to hoes have to salute me
Even though know they niggaz probably wanna shoot me
But thats what big pokey & big there fo
is fool and big ed you know hes got tools
And got all the bitches in high school
the life of a no limit soldier man that shit is way too cool now i
Don't know what ya'll been
(i don't know what yall told)
But gangstas and soldiers boy roll
(gangstas and soldiers boy roll)
Guns and plenty of weed
(guns and plenty of weed)
And a bad bitches oh yes indeed
(couple bad oh yes indeed)
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N-o