Luyện nghe bài hát 50/Banks

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

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

[50 Cent - 1]
50, lefty, no gun in my palm
Bronx niggaz love me, like they our mics on (WOO)
These rap niggaz not like me, they too (yeah)
Get down, I get up, shakin' shit off
You know white collar crooks, do jokes on lap (uh huh)
Real snatch glocks, and run up in spots
We can talk Trump talk, real estate, stocks, and
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 song in this song (god damn)
I won't to put a knife or a slug in you
And watch you bleed out, little bit of thug 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 in your next line, and get layed out

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

Banks - Verse 2]
(Lloyd Banks) I don't give a if your favorite rapper dies, to me thats my spot
celebrate 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 Delta Force, blue in the front
Back when was flyin', and Ewing could dunk
Of course, you can now, you was buyin' the shrimp then
Me on the other hand, Don Bishop and King
(*harmonizing of "doo, doo" in backgroud until 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 ain't been at it
My 16, and made Flex drop a Benz latin bomb (G-UNIT!)
I'm the best to happen to hip hop
Since (uh huh) "Life After Death" and Tupac shit drop
I'm even to a white boy with a slick top
Stuck up in the with a gun and the wrist pop
Who? where?, Master P says our watch tick tock
I'm out my 6 shot, watchin' the Knicks flop
Damn near the whole damn green
Thats how my bedroom, look like the World after the scene (smoking)
news, hijack, bus passenger scream (yeah)
I'm your nightmare, I crush half of your team
To me line up is pussy, three wet Pampers
The uzi have you shakin' like them G-Dep dancers (damn dude)

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

stops

[Lloyd
What the fuck happen to the rest of the beat

(50 laughing)