Luyện nghe bài hát 50/Banks

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

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

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

[50 Cent - 2]
My jewels so good, and my chain is so heavy
I don't
If I should stunt for these hos again, cause I did already
Now we go

Banks - Verse 2]
(Lloyd Banks) I give a fuck if your favorite rapper dies, to me thats my spot
I'll his burial and eat at Haha (yeah)
I've been since a little nigga weed in my high top (Woo)
Face burgundy red, in need of a eye (uh huh)
I had the black Force, blue in the front
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 Bishop and Pimp
(*harmonizing of "doo, doo" plays in backgroud until is yelled)
I'm runnin' a digital Munster
I do this for the hood and 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 bomb (G-UNIT!)
I'm the thing to happen to hip hop
Since (uh huh) "Life After Death" and that Tupac shit
I'm even good to a white boy a slick top
Stuck up in the mountains with a gun and the pop
Who? where?, Master P says our watch don't tick
I'm cleanin' out my 6 shot, the Knicks flop
Damn near the whole damn passenger
how my bedroom, look like the World Trade after the scene (smoking)
Breaking news, hijack, bus scream (yeah)
I'm your nightmare, I crush half of your team
To me line up is pussy, three wet Pampers
The uzi will you shakin' like them G-Dep dancers (damn dude)

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

*beat

Banks]
What the fuck happen to the rest of the man?

(50 laughing)