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 don't
If I spend a 100 on the beat, then we done 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 they our mics on (WOO)
These rap niggaz not like me, too soft (yeah)
Get down, I get up, shakin' shit off
You know white collar crooks, do jokes on lap (uh huh)
Real niggaz snatch glocks, and run up in
We can Trump talk, real estate, stocks, and bonds
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 hesitate to put a or a slug in you
And watch you bleed out, that little bit of in you
You don't want to heads with me, and get hit up
You, you ain't got what it to fuckin' get up
niggaz names on records, that shit is played out
But holla in your next line, and get layed out

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

[Lloyd Banks - 2]
(Lloyd Banks) I don't give a if your favorite rapper dies, to me thats my spot
I'll celebrate his and eat at Haha (yeah)
I've been hungry since a nigga weed in my high top (Woo)
burgundy red, in need of a eye drop (uh huh)
I had the black Force, blue in the front
Back when Jordan was flyin', and Ewing dunk
Of course, you can fuck now, you was the shrimp then
Me on the hand, Don Bishop and Pimp King
(*harmonizing of "doo, doo" plays in backgroud until is yelled)
I'm runnin' from a Munster
I do for the hood 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 Tupac shit drop
I'm even good to a white boy a slick top
Stuck up in the mountains a gun and the wrist pop
Who? where?, Master P says our watch don't tick
I'm cleanin' out my 6 shot, the Knicks flop
Damn near the damn passenger green
Thats how my bedroom, look the World Trade after the scene (smoking)
Breaking news, hijack, bus scream (yeah)
I'm your worst nightmare, I crush half of your
To me your line up is pussy, three wet
The uzi have you shakin' like them G-Dep dancers (damn dude)

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

*beat

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

(50 laughing)