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 other for
So I keep and a chopper right under my mattress
Please let the gold and the diamonds fool you
I promise it's nothin for your family to you
It's just when you speak to me watch ya tone, the chief on the phone
Bring the beef to your home, make you sleep under stones
Z-Ro the Crooked, but you faggots already know my name
Know you'd to catch me slippin in the turnin lane mayne
Fuck a rap tuck my strap right in back of my
I'm just rappin to pay my for creatin a witness
I done smoked somebody befo' and smokin's a bad
They say it always take you to your casket, but death
Cause I scared, bitch I'm ready to fly
But until I go murk niggaz and get my fetti right now

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

Look at the conditions I was in, I didn't have a clear vision then
I needed ends cause was no residence for me to sleep in
Nigga the streets raised me, man they played me
But a real nigga regroup 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 spittin make my vocals to a tune
Bitch I'm schizophrenic, I probably stick to this mood
Hope I lose it 'fore I have to bring this brick to this dude
I heard some niggaz got somethin to say 'bout me in the hood
Can't be Mo City, cause everyday be back in the hood
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 republic I'm just like that in the
Bring to you a hat in or a hat in the hood
Niggaz say Rap-A-Lot payin me like I ain't got nuttin
If six figures is bein bent over, I'm lovin the

All you niggaz that talk down, just get walked down
another statistic and down these war grounds
Nigga pull up your hands, just look at each
But guaranteed to beat up a bitch he gon' wanna me suffer
So I shoot first, look at his head burst,
And exit to dig a ditch that's even, give me the
Promise I've been to get some stress off
I let the muh'fuckin mac-11 hack under the neck off
to be a problem 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 up or I can lean when I spray
Z-Ro the "fuck everybody" nigga Screwed Up Click
Now I ain't gon' let you over 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