Luyện nghe bài hát Soldier

[50 Cent and DJ Whoo Kid

(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I my own gang
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT!
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT!

[50
It's a homie, eagles don't fly in flocks
But the eagles I got own shots
Like beefin', homie I ain't a word
I'll run up on punk ass squeezing the bird
Now what New York niggas about country grammar
Not much, but we know how to bang them
When I pull out that thing, you better break
Or win a to ICU, and you can take yourself
If you lucky motherfucker, I'm I told ya
Push ya back, put my knife through ya six pack
Gat bust, adrenaline rush, the dust
Five point O, the cluth, while I'm burnin' the dutch
You thought them other niggas was hot, I'm it up
This the blueprint, nigga are you or what
You told me you respect me, now tell me I'm the nicest
it nigga, I'm a mid-life crisis

(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I my own gang
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (I got the rep of a villian, the concealin')
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (full of controversy until I my jersey)

[Lloyd
It's like niggas rate the of who gat bigger
Banks blowin' on purple stuff before that fat nigga
Henny's make dollars, and dollars make threats
I'm doin' remixes to bulletproof the Lex
Duck nigga, war
I'm heavy on sports, to my like NBA's store
Don't make me send the at you
I'll have your man walk around with another rest in tattoo
Look creampuff, you can get here
Nigga you invincible, even Superman in a wheel chair
I've always been a picky man, but I ain't a flowered
So I'mma fuck all fans
Look, whether you like it or not, in ya spot
All in your grill, the crown, airin' em down
We're in the pound fare in the clown
I'm running with gangstas, don't make one of em ya

(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I my own gang
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (I got the rep of a villian, the concealin')
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I my own gang
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (full of until I retire my jersey)

[Tony
ride with my rap shit and my body armor
Ride like a Taliban suicide
Four six feet, I off ya feet
I kill ya with a when you fall asleep
Your records can't sell, your company is em
it up, Burger King is hirin'
You shoulda been a cop, cause you a lot
Talkin' to the jakes, you to get shot
I used to Big Bird and Scooby Doo
Now I'm choppin' big and them bundles too
For that Master P money, that shoppin' money
That coke, that dope and that ecstasy
I'm tryin' to build empires the state line
So move like vampires, never see me in the
I jump out with a and a mack
I have you Khia, my neck, my back