Luyện nghe bài hát 50 Shot Ya

Yo, yo, yo
What the fuck man
the Drama King 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 I'll smack the fuckin' out your favorite DJ man
Y'all what the fuck it is man
(Yeah, yeah, and, and say somethin' ya nigga)
Yeah, street muthafucka
(Yeah, go ahead, say something)
Yo, yo, check it out

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

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

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

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

I write my lifestyle, y'all niggas is
Your lines from feds, felons and don diva
Oh, you the hand of death
why your name ain't preacher

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

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
Problem

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

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

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

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

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

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 don't want
child

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

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

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

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

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

Problem child, I'm familiar 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 problems
child