Luyện nghe bài hát 50/Banks

[Intro - 50 Cent
Uh, yeah, G-Unit, uh, 50 Cent, uh, yo

1 - 50 Cent, imitating Timbaland]
Timbaland sounds so good, but I not be ready
I know
If I spend a 100 grand on the beat, then we bumped already
Now we go

(*harmonizing over the - doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo) (Pee Wee Herman)
(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
(Niggaz down to Pee Wee Herman)

[50 Cent - 1]
50, lefty, no gun in my right
Bronx niggaz love me, like think our mics on (WOO)
rap niggaz not like me, they too soft (yeah)
Get down, I get up, shakin' shit off
You know collar crooks, do jokes on lap tops (uh huh)
niggaz snatch glocks, and run up in spots
We can talk Trump talk, real estate, stocks, and
Or gangsta shit, my Rugers and glocks in (uh huh)
Danger, the alarm, kiss the ring of the Don
I conquer like Genghis Kahn, I said song in song (god damn)
I hesitate to put a knife or a slug in you
And watch you out, that little bit of thug in you
You don't to bump heads with me, and get hit up
You, you ain't got what it to fuckin' get up
Holla niggaz names on records, that is played out
But holla mine in next line, and get layed out

[50 - Chorus 2]
My jewels so good, and my chain is so heavy
I know
If I should stunt for these hos again, I did that already
Now we go

[Lloyd Banks - 2]
(Lloyd Banks) I don't give a fuck if your favorite dies, to me thats my spot
I'll his burial and eat at Haha (yeah)
been hungry since a little nigga weed in my high top (Woo)
Face burgundy red, in need of a eye (uh huh)
I had the black Delta Force, blue in the
Back when Jordan was flyin', and could dunk
Of course, you can fuck now, you was the shrimp then
Me on the other hand, Don and Pimp King
(*harmonizing of "doo, doo" plays in backgroud G-Unit is yelled)
I'm from a digital Munster
I do this for the and every kid in a dumpster
My name is poppin', and I ain't at it long
My neck's 16, and made Flex drop a Benz latin (G-UNIT!)
I'm the best to happen to hip hop
Since (uh huh) "Life After Death" and that Tupac shit
I'm even good to a boy with a slick top
Stuck up in the with a gun and the wrist pop
Who? where?, Master P says our don't tick tock
I'm cleanin' out my 6 shot, watchin' the flop
near the whole damn passenger green
Thats how my bedroom, like the World Trade after the scene (smoking)
news, hijack, bus passenger scream (yeah)
I'm your worst nightmare, I half of your team
To me your up is pussy, three wet Pampers
The uzi will have you shakin' like G-Dep dancers (damn dude)

(*50 - harmonizing "doo,doo,doo"*]

stops

[Lloyd
the fuck happen to the rest of the beat man?

(50 laughing)