Luyện nghe bài hát 50/Banks

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

1 - 50 Cent, imitating Timbaland]
Timbaland sounds so good, but I not be ready
I don't
If I spend a 100 grand on the beat, then we bumped 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 - Verse 1]
50, lefty, no gun in my palm
Bronx niggaz love me, like 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 snatch glocks, and run up in spots
We can Trump talk, real estate, stocks, and bonds
Or gangsta shit, my Rugers and in palm (uh huh)
Danger, the alarm, kiss the ring of the Don
I conquer Genghis Kahn, I said song in this song (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 want to bump heads with me, and get hit up
You, you got what it takes to fuckin' get up
Holla names on records, that shit is played out
But mine in your next line, and get layed out

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

[Lloyd Banks - 2]
(Lloyd Banks) I give a fuck 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 of a eye drop (uh huh)
I had the black Force, blue in the front
Back Jordan was flyin', and Ewing could dunk
Of course, you can fuck now, you was buyin' the then
Me on the other hand, Don Bishop and King
(*harmonizing of "doo, doo" plays in backgroud G-Unit is yelled)
I'm runnin' from a Munster
I do this for the hood and kid in a dumpster
My is poppin', and I ain't been at it long
My neck's 16, and made drop a Benz latin bomb (G-UNIT!)
I'm the best to happen to hip hop
Since (uh huh) "Life After Death" and that shit drop
I'm even good to a white boy 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 cleanin' out my 6 shot, the Knicks flop
Damn near the whole damn passenger
Thats how my bedroom, look like the Trade after the scene (smoking)
Breaking news, hijack, bus scream (yeah)
I'm your worst nightmare, I crush of your team
To me line up is pussy, three wet Pampers
The uzi will have you shakin' like them G-Dep (damn dude)

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

stops

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

(50 laughing)