Luyện nghe bài hát Soldier

[50 Cent and DJ Kid talking]

(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own
(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 fact homie, eagles don't fly in
But the I got own sixteen shots
Like beefin', homie I sayin' a word
I'll run up on your ass squeezing the bird
Now what New York niggas know about country
Not much, but we how to bang them hammers
I pull out that thing, you better break yourself
Or win a trip to ICU, and you can yourself
If you motherfucker, I'm solider I told ya
Push ya shit back, put my through ya six pack
Gat bust, adrenaline rush, the dust
Five point O, burnin' the cluth, while I'm burnin' the
You thought them other was hot, I'm turnin' it up
This the blueprint, are you learnin' or what
You done me you respect me, now tell me I'm the nicest
Admit it nigga, I'm a mid-life

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

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

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

Yayo]
I'mma ride with my rap and my body armor
like a Taliban suicide bomber
Four six feet, I off ya feet
I kill ya with a when you fall asleep
Your records can't sell, your is buyin' em
Give it up, Burger King is
You shoulda been a cop, you snitch a lot
Talkin' to the jakes, you bound to get
I used to Big Bird and Scooby Doo
Now I'm choppin' big birds and them too
For that Master P money, that spree money
That coke, that dope and that money
I'm tryin' to empires across the state line
So move vampires, never see me in the daytime
I jump out with a nina and a
I have you Khia, my neck, my back