Luyện nghe bài hát 50 Shot Ya

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

And I'll smack the shit out your favorite DJ man
Y'all know the fuck it is man
(Yeah, yeah, and, and say ya bitch-ass nigga)
Yeah, street muthafucka
(Yeah, go ahead, say something)
Yo, yo, check it out

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

That's the sound of the man, cockin' that thang, that
That's the sound of the man, clappin' that thang,
Yo, in my hood we was not to say who shot 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 in a nigga head
I rock a lot of ice, I you to scheme on it
The got a rubber grip and a beam on it

Homie that took the hit on me shoot this
Say I'm now, but I look big in the coupe-dee
My cuzin' Uzi out in L.A. tripped and do the sets again
Got the fuck up tryin' to rob the wrong Mexicans

I write my lifestyle, niggas is cheaters
Your lines come from feds, and don diva
Oh, you the black hand of
why your name ain't preacher

If you a pimp like kid, why them hoes treat ya
If you wanna ball like
Now let me teach ya
This flow's God sent, bound to reach ya

Problem child, I'm 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
Problem

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

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

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

See the drama got me ridin' with a shottie
Catch you at the light, I blow ya ass off the
Man, ain't gon' do me like Sammy did Gotti
I do it myself, I need no help

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

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

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

I must've a mirror at three and had bad luck for seven
'Cuz slid, mommy died before I turned eleven
This split 'posed to let black cats cross your path
The footprints in the is Satan carryin' your ass

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

My heart is a house homie, fear live here
Nigga believe me when I say I care
mix a lot, God studied they lessons
Even when my luck's I still count my blessings

See that look in my eye, ya keep on steppin'
Spent on my cell floor, to sharpen my weapon
If you pussy I'ma smell you when you come here
boys in Pelican Bay couldn't live in my tier

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