Luyện nghe bài hát 50 Shot Ya

Yo, yo, yo
What the poppin' man
This the Drama man
Yo who there, who dat, who there
(Yeah, yeah, it's 50 nigga)
Muthafucka, uh, Harlem to muthafuckas
(What's up man? Heh, up nigga?)

And smack the fuckin' shit out your favorite DJ man
Y'all know what the it is man
(Yeah, yeah, and, and say ya bitch-ass nigga)
Yeah, street justice
(Yeah, go ahead, say something)
Yo, yo, it out fifty

You handle the rap niggas
I'ma the bitch-ass DJ niggas
(Alright, alright)
We bring justice to the game
(That's how we put it down)
Straight

the sound of the man, cockin' that thang, that thang
That's the sound of the man, clappin' that thang,
Yo, in my hood we was taught not to say who ya
See the flash, you the shot, you feel the burnin', I got ya

Say a prayer for me if you for me 'cuz I'm on the edge
I'm finna put a shell in a nigga
I rock a lot of ice, I you to scheme on it
The fifth got a rubber and a beam on it

that took the hit on me couldn't shoot this
Say I'm skinny now, but I big in the coupe-dee
My cuzin' Uzi out in L.A. done tripped and do the sets
Got shot the fuck up tryin' to rob the Mexicans

I my lifestyle, y'all niggas is cheaters
Your lines come from feds, and don diva
Oh, you the black of death
Then why your name preacher

If you a pimp kid, why them hoes don't treat ya
If you wanna ball like
Now let me teach ya
This flow's God sent, bound to reach ya

child, I'm familiar with problems, I know how to solve 'em
Semi-automatic, tray, revolve 'em, shoot 'em up, rob 'em
In the hood we starvin', you don't want
child

And why can't you be man
To me where you're comin' from

They say you can never repay the price for takin' a life
I'm in debt Christ, I done did that twice
I'm nice, y'all niggas can't wit fifty
Blaaat, niggas can't bang wit fifty

Say I'm born to rhyme, a shell and a nine
Face stone and the cross, a bitch I tossed
See the wounds in my skin they a war of course
You can check CNN for the, Report'

See the got me ridin' with a sawed-off shottie
Catch you at the light, I ya ass off the Ducati
Man, niggas ain't gon' do me like did Gotti
I do it myself, I don't need no

Give me a knife, I'll get rid of your bully
Give me a minute, take a fuckin' car with a pully
See the hood is the stole my innocence young
Niggas jumped me 'cuz they couldn't me one-on-one

child, I'm familiar with problems, I know how to solve 'em
Semi-automatic, tray, revolve 'em, shoot 'em up, rob 'em
In the hood we starvin', you want problems
Problem

And why you be man enough
To me where you're comin' from

I broke a mirror at three and had bad luck for seven
'Cuz pops slid, mommy died before I eleven
This cities split 'posed to let cats cross your path
The footprints in the sand is Satan your ass

I got, "God Me" tattooed in my skin
When I die, come back, tattoo it again
I'm the young that let the gun buck
Roll the window and say, "'Sup up, niggas get ready to duck"

My is a house homie, fear don't live here
Nigga believe me when I say I don't
Muslims mix a lot, God they lessons
Even when my hard I still count my blessings

See that look in my eye, ya betta on steppin'
Spent time on my cell floor, to my weapon
If you pussy smell you when you come around here
Them boys in Pelican Bay live in my tier

child, I'm familiar with problems, I know how to solve 'em
Semi-automatic, luger tray, 'em, shoot 'em up, rob 'em
In the hood we starvin', you don't want
child