Luyện nghe bài hát 300 Bars & Running

My mama took me to Sam
I wanted to buy a 50 CD
I took shit home
That shit was like a motherfucker
Don't fuck Game

I 50 Cent
He me Spongebob
And Tony is Blues Clues
And Banks is Dora the Explorer
They're my

I went down one of them Bodaga shits there in Harlem
Got me a bootleg Lloyd Banks and Buck CD
that shit home, put it in my boom box
Thought I was bout to be on radio Raheim shit
Man that shit like some Vanessa Williams '88
I mean Olivia but they say that bitch a man
So Black Wallstreet for life now
GGG-UNOT!

Game]
300 and Runnin
Just loan me your for 15 minutes
with me

Here the breakdown, the doja, .45 in the holster
Hollow tips'll fold 'em, niggaz they toy soldiers
Oh, that boy colder than unless he sober
Like I'm the president, but this the takeover
Now, the speaker, bring your ears a little closer
Before you this a diss, and you make Hova pissed
Why I wanna do that? When I'm just the new cat
That was taught if a take shots to shoot back
Defending his yard, yeah standing his
I'm if you gonna retire, then hand me the crown
Nah, let Bleek do it, throw him a concert in Madison square
Watch everybody sleep it
We can go bar for bar, I'll let the lines to 'em
What say? Bleek is over let Chris and Neef do it
They say the thing, I'ma smack 'em silly
What you thought? was the only niggaz that rapped in Philly?
See them niggaz the soonies leave you wrapped in Philly
Then dash in groups like Mac in Philly
?? said Jack in Philly
Make a U-turn, I gotta go to Philly
I forgot my cheese stake, that's I told the cops
So wouldn't get the dogs start searching for the glock
And I forget, B.I.G. got murdered by the cops
I was Ready To Die, when I heard that he was shot
What's beef? Beef is when I you on the spot
Labels signing things, still searching for they Pac
I put purple on the
So I feel threatened when Ludacris say he coming for the #1 spot
Ask 50, it get on top
You can hate me or love me, but now the the only homies he got
When it's beef we eat, we win, but we lonely we pop
You sell records but a not!
big on the radio, to me you not
You can ask Mr. CCC who hot
Tony I bet 10 G's you flop
Run up on new 300 C you got
hoping I fall, hope the bleeding stop
And I hope you out before you see the cops
I hot top for colors, I'm from Cedar Block
So I got my hot tops that make your breathing
I'm a gangsta rapper, check your CD shop
I'm like Elvis in there, they believe you dropped
Now I'm moving on up to and Weezy's spot
I picked up my homeboy Eazy stopped
I saw the west coast, put the shit on my
Aftermath on it, then loosened the strap
It get hot in here, let rap
Bring hell to when Dre producing a track
Take it to the streets, put the duece to your hat
Then call up the pigs, tell the rooster's back
Call Jadakiss, tell him that duke is
I'm still by your side, no matter who strapped
Fuck Banks, it ain't about who can rap
about when the ?? clap, is rufus back
I see you thinkin, you want me to die, is that so?
Now you left back, thanks to Fat Joe
We got in heaven, you ready? Let's go
them off, then the sound like Esko
I'm a say ?? if me and Dre
All Nas back was he had a ??
Now that's the eulogy, beef is foolish see
Niggaz running their about what the fuck they gon' do to me
But quit the yapping before I to clapping
And you see the captain with plans of getting me captured
Even behind bars, I'm still gon'
I'm 10 years younger Yayo, I get out, I'm fine
Then I go back, nigga I pop mines
How you gon' drop Olivia, you drop dimes
I knew you changed, you started sleeping in that vest dog
I don't need 50 Cent, my niggaz collect calls
1-800-split a faggot wig
He got G-Unit wings, throw off the Queens Bridge
Now career is over, career is over
We in QB, banging CNN in the
T-O-N-Y, that's the NORE
You ain't the talk of New York, sixteens is boring
Take shit off ??, go back to PC
And tell 50 Cent you want a of Beef 3
I'm their ass out on DVD
You wanna like Lloyd Banks repeat after me
I'm a G-Unit toy
On Sesame street voice overs
Bitch ass nigga a rhyme dictionary, to rehearse his lines
Sound like the Grouch, with them nursery rhymes
We was in the studio, when I first got
He got stuck, he called 50 borrow some lines
That's the wrong nigga, when you need help with rhymes
All he gon' tell you is say one more time
Got mad 'cause I wanna make your beef mine
You got lucky with Ja, why you go at Shyne?
He freestyled the pen, that's just the fact
Said he'd put you with your mom, and you ain't with that
Then you about your pops, he ain't never bust no cap
Like Father, Like Son, go ask that
I knew from the beginning I couldn't trust cats
I'd kill 'em all, if I could Justo back
The is mine, I treat it like home
It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike
The is mine, I treat it like home
It's the niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones
The is mine, I treat it like home
It's the reason niggaz my name like Mike Jones
I
The is mine, I treat it like home
It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike
And I'm far from but you can chop it and screw it
Do whatever to it, but it in the store the shit
Gave 'em a hundred bars, they ain't I could do it
Came with two hundred, this is more than music
Even Dre knew it, that boy hot summer
Both ?? in the dirt, 300 Bars and
And I beef with any nigga, say my motherfuck I'm gunnin'
You can put it on skee if you it
I'll air you out on King, Mike, or Clue
And them shits sell out like a Air Jordon shoe
I told Funk when I catch the nigga Whoo Kid
We gon' see if he know how to DJ with ribs
Don't hit me on the sidekick asking you did
Get a gun or ask police to use his
'cause Bloods get ya
Bloods, Bloods gonna get ya for Shadyville chain
That 380 brains, when I pop shots
Outside NY, in of hip-hop cops
Or broad day in L.A., tell Em and Dre
This nigga bootlegging my music, ain't for him to say
Took me off my own songs, put it on his tapes
So I'ma him out his house, put the beam on his face
Drop him off at Terror Squad, let him for the jakes
'cause when you fucking Jayceon, you can bleed in the lake
For off niggaz on them CD's and tapes
Ask to scratch a record, you will see he fake
If 50 was Puffy, you'd run and go get him a cheese
Take the DJ off name, Mr. Instant replay
Not the instant
I mean the that G-Unit use every time 50 on stage singing like
Bitches only for your just a lil bit
Niggaz only for your just a lil bit
On my 50 helped me just a lil bit
Only on two songs, now back to some shit
My clips bananas, I a gorilla quick
Beating on your chest, I see to death, yep
Ecko to make him a suit
Tell Reebock to make him boots
Get him a head band, to the holes in his head
He a man for thinking he can walk through muddy waters like Redman
Banks out and let the gun blam without a M-E-T-H-O-D Man
So the lieutenant gotta ask for his
my advice, never wear air max for the ??
Unless you one of the Bloods, or a king
if your left with the Aryans your ass will sting
And cell mate is a 25 to lifer
They will stab you then ?? then fuck you on
And Goes On
Now back to the coward of the hour who lied and said he my songs
He told Dre was gonna leave me on the shelf
So he gave me all his hits, you should've them for yourself
Nigga acting tough before I stand over you
Show you how The Documentary on top of The Massacre
Make a move I'm blasting ass to the last one
Ten shots from the Mack the rest in the passenger
Fase thats enough, let the coroner bag him up
Throw in Makaveli and lift the doors on the
Gun smoking, Fase think I'm locin' up
Reverse the '05 hurse on and traffic, what
Hip-Hop on my left, but I pass 'em up
The Dodge got a in it, Game got a Remy in 'em
In and out of like a New York cab
I'm Mr. Ol' King, that New cab
Who's this fake nigga, on pictures the Jake nigga?
Got his starving 'cause he ain't the whole cake, nigga
He ain't Nas, ain't B.I.G., Jigga
If he ain't Cube or Pac then who you
We getting tired of you talkin who you shot
use another six bars to tell you who you not
You ain't 50 Cent, he went out a gangsta
You went out Vivica, three months after wanksta
Get Rich or Die Tryin, we you was hot
Now the same nigga take us to the Candy Shop
C'mon man, happened to the thug?
Now you could find in the club, him and Banks hugging
Nigga got mad when The start buzzing
So making friends now I'm into throwing slugs
Olivia talking we a family, Game had to go
I'll smack that ho like I'm Jackie-O
'cause I wanna be cool, I don't wanna be you
I don't shake hands, or wear your G-Unit shoes
Don't you on my hooks, don't wanna be in your group
Just wanna sit and wait
To be gone, so I can back to the block
Fresh white Nike airs and the matching socks

the brim low, if they don't get it
Bentley Coup on daytons, I was the first one with it
Four platinum, I done been there and did it
in the game and shitted, then wiped my ass with it
They say the givth, if Lord take it away
So I build a house on top of Hip-Hop, I'll for the day
Niggaz hating on me, they don't want Jayceon to
And the DA waiting on to make a mistake
So they can put me in the SWAT car and me away
me a odd job in the pen for minimum pay
Let me out so I can down criminal way
the rock, nah this ain't no subliminal Jay
The summer too hot, and I want the winter to
'cause I'm a cold when I put the pen to the page
Similar to them going into my gauge
I hand 'em off to Dre, he them into granades
And Just Blaze, 'cause the boy got
Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc
Now back to reality, my gun and my
And if diamonds are forever, then I'm West
Take a at my chest, a hundred thou wet jacob
Whole crew got chains, a hundred can't break 'em
And the is hot like that wit Satan
And the only thing I got spinning is
The hotter I get the more willing to 'em
So soon as the beat drop, where I take 'em
Compton meet, to get me some All-Stars
When in the house, they call ??
'cause they heard about went on in D.C
Heard about Hot 97, my with 50
Now me do he got a conscience?
I think not, 'cause if he did I wouldn't be in this nonsense
Wouldn't be in Harlem, wouldn't be at this
I'd rather be pushing rock, ??
50 whispered in my ear, like we bonding
We friends, I'm just acting like Charles Bronson
finger in the air, one hand on my Johnson
Hip-Hop on me like I'm the convict
What happened to the old school? I thought it was
Doug E. Fresh and Dana Day on the like Common
Now that ain't common, it's more like Top
The flow is news, I throw it up vomit
And I shine like diamonds
They kicked me out of G-Unit and I rebounded Rodman
It's Aftermath, two feet in the pentition
I be mad, I ain't, I'm supposed to I can't because
I'm in the hood politican, ??
And I a black .45 on the side of my prada denim
on my shoulder like I'm fresh outta prison
Dollar vision, blow a thou like my wallet missing
Then re-up kid before the d-cup
Continuously money with my feet up
Chasing the throne, here my Air Force
I said Benzino and got the cover of The Source
Feel me? If not then I guess you kill me
But you ain't do that so motherfucker move back
While I do B.I.G. and impersonations on two tracks
When I wake the dead, everybody hats
We miss y'all, can I get a hand
Now to rap, why I gotta stay strapped?
On that T-I-P, kill you ASAP
won't know which hole to patch up, when the ?? clap
I to spare you Young Buck, now it's time for payback
It go, how you from Cashville but you got no cash nigga?
Say my name now that's your ass nigga
Kept your mouth shut and I gave you a nigga
Now I gotta lay you like the last nigga
Buck, buck, buck my AK-47
This nigga playing with his life, I have to put him in heaven
Tryna play the game, talking up on the stereo
Prepare for burial, it's I'm reincarnating Harry-O
And you don't want that David 'cause you your life
Get my Vibe, when it's war he pull out butter
I'ma show you who the gangsta
All you do is Inc., now who the wanksta?
When Suge had you, you stranded on Tha Row
Juve you for dead and went back to the NO
50 heard you on the tour bus and felt little flow
Then he you temporary replacement for Yayo
You a bitch, and that's to swallow
And you got robbed for your G-Unit chain in Chicago
I my nigga Jojo to get it back
He had the shit in his hands, and you ain't had the ten
Picture that, I we was G-Unit
you ran and told 50 that I did that shit
Ask C-Murder, the boy ain't hard to
I told Monica I catch him The Boy is Mine
Take one of Brandy and pop
Watch his drop, when I run inside the Candy Shop
Fuck you, 50, Banks, Yayo, and the
And Olivia, I for a man she hot
Now I'm running out of breath, like I just beat
Got 20 bars to go, lay it like sheet rock
Don't worry the flow, the boy know he hot
Hurricanes in November, nigga fuck Reebocks
I'm fly like a Hummingbird on a top
The new Hov, the new B.I.G., the new 'Pac, I three spots
280 in, no getting me back
I'm fuck the world, on my victory lap
Remember first it was Buddens, then it was
Now it's whoever motherfucker, yeah, who want
Now motherfucker, who wanna see me?
In the coffin, exhausted, resting in peace
You don't war nigga, you want peace
So give 'em the peace, (sp?)
Let 'em in peace
From west to east the flow is outdatable,
Lyrical homicide, hell is hot, I'm with Satan
And I slipped 'em the ace, you cannot 'em
If Eazy ever decide to return, I remain
A king in the making, and the is for the taking
So I the mountain top and put my stake in
Got the of the world on my shoulder
Not a nigga nor a hoodrat bitch can me from taking it over
This is music, go get the baking soda
300 Bars and Runnin, nigga the is over
I'm gone...