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

x2

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

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

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

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

My vision is to stomp on like a marin core vet
We ease stress with 2 to your chest
Mr ganasta how ya do dat
I'm a tru & all ya'll niggaz already knew that
I got 2 in the back seat of my tank
And 4 on the front door
And every state i go to hoes to salute me
Even though they know niggaz probably wanna shoot me
But thats big pokey & big v-90 there fo
C-murder is and big ed you know hes got tools
And got all the bitches in high school
Livin the life of a no limit soldier man that shit is way too now i
Don't know what been told
(i don't know what been told)
But gangstas and soldiers boy roll
(gangstas and soldiers boy roll)
Guns ammunission and of weed
(guns ammunission and of weed)
And a couple bad bitches oh yes
(couple bad oh yes indeed)
Sound off 1-2 off dpg
N-o