Luyện nghe bài hát Im A Soldier

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If somebody got a problem me, come and address it
If the shoe fits it walk in it I'm talkin to Texas
See I'm from a where we kid each other for practice
So I keep grenades and a chopper under my mattress
don't let the gold and the diamonds fool you
I it's nothin for your family to lose you
It's just you speak to me watch ya tone, call the chief on the phone
Bring the beef to your home, make you sleep under some
Z-Ro the Crooked, but you faggots already know my name
you'd love to catch me slippin in the turnin lane mayne
Fuck a rap my strap right in back of my britches
I'm just to pay my lawyer for creatin a witness
I done smoked somebody and smokin's a bad habit
They say it always take you to casket, but fuck death
I ain't scared, bitch I'm ready to fly
But until I go I'ma murk niggaz and get my right now

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I'm a soldier, stankers keep me reachin for my holster
I feel my death is creepin closer
But I'ma keep on thuggin like I'm ta, 'posed ta

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

All you that talk down, just might get walked down
Become another statistic and down war grounds
Nigga up your hands, just look at each other
But guaranteed to beat up a bitch he gon' wanna me suffer
So I first, look at his head burst, bleedin
And exit to dig a ditch even, give me the reason
Promise I've been to get some stress off
I let the muh'fuckin mac-11 hack everything under the off
Used to be a problem child now I'm a grown up
I done done some shit and one day I'ma have to own up
But when I say homey I mean what I say
murder you straight up or I can lean when I spray
Z-Ro the "fuck everybody" nigga Screwed Up Click
Now I ain't gon' let you bend over to tie your shoes up
launch a Bernard Hopkins type of blow in your jaw
That's the way I my perimeter, Ro is the law