Luyện nghe bài hát 50/Banks

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

[Chorus 1 - 50 Cent, Timbaland]
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 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 - Verse 1]
50, lefty, no gun in my right
Bronx love me, like they think 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 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 and glocks in palm (uh huh)
Danger, ring the alarm, the ring of the Don
I like Genghis Kahn, I said song in this song (god damn)
I won't hesitate to put a knife or a in you
And watch you bleed out, that little bit of in you
You want 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, shit is played out
But holla mine in your next line, and get out

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

[Lloyd - Verse 2]
(Lloyd Banks) I don't give a fuck if your favorite rapper dies, to me my spot
celebrate his burial and eat at Haha (yeah)
I've been hungry since a 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 now, you was buyin' the shrimp then
Me on the other hand, Don Bishop and King
(*harmonizing of "doo, doo" plays in backgroud until is yelled)
I'm runnin' a digital Munster
I do this for the hood and every kid in a
My name is poppin', and I ain't at it long
My neck's 16, and made Flex a Benz latin bomb (G-UNIT!)
I'm the best thing to to hip hop
Since (uh huh) "Life After Death" and that Tupac shit
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 don't tick tock
I'm cleanin' out my 6 shot, the Knicks flop
near the whole damn passenger green
Thats how my bedroom, look 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 have you shakin' like them G-Dep dancers (damn dude)

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

stops

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

(50 laughing)