Luyện nghe bài hát 50/Banks

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

[Chorus 1 - 50 Cent, imitating
Timbaland so good, but I might not be ready
I don't
If I spend a 100 grand on the beat, then we done bumped
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 look to Pee Wee Herman)

[50 - Verse 1]
50, lefty, no gun in my right
Bronx love me, like they think our mics on (WOO)
These rap niggaz not me, they too soft (yeah)
Get down, I get up, shakin' shit off
You know collar crooks, do jokes on lap tops (uh huh)
Real niggaz 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, ring the alarm, the ring of the Don
I conquer like Genghis Kahn, I said in this song (god damn)
I won't to put a knife or a slug in you
And watch you bleed out, that little bit of in you
You don't want to bump heads 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 Cent - 2]
My jewels look so good, and my is so heavy
I don't
If I should stunt for these hos again, I did that already
Now we go

[Lloyd - Verse 2]
(Lloyd Banks) I don't give a fuck if your favorite dies, to me thats my spot
celebrate his burial and eat at Haha (yeah)
I've hungry since a little nigga weed in my high top (Woo)
Face red, in need of a eye drop (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 buyin' the then
Me on the other hand, Don and Pimp King
(*harmonizing of "doo, doo" plays in backgroud G-Unit is yelled)
I'm runnin' a digital Munster
I do for the hood and every kid in a dumpster
My name is poppin', and I been 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 good to a white boy with a slick top
up in the mountains with a gun and the wrist pop
Who? where?, Master P says our watch don't tock
I'm cleanin' out my 6 shot, the Knicks flop
Damn near the whole damn passenger
Thats how my bedroom, like the World Trade after the scene (smoking)
news, hijack, bus passenger scream (yeah)
I'm your worst nightmare, I crush half of your
To me your line up is pussy, wet Pampers
The uzi have you shakin' like them G-Dep dancers (damn dude)

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

stops

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

(50 laughing)