Luyện nghe bài hát 50 Shot Ya

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

And smack the fuckin' shit out your favorite DJ man
know what the fuck 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 handle the bitch-ass DJ
(Alright, alright)
We gon' bring justice to the
(That's how we put it down)
muthafuckas

That's the sound of the man, cockin' that thang, thang
the sound of the man, clappin' that thang, 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 care for me 'cuz I'm on the
I'm finna put a shell in a nigga
I a lot of ice, I dare you to scheme on it
The got a rubber grip and a beam on it

Homie that took the hit on me couldn't this
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 black hand of
Then why your name preacher

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

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

And why can't you be man
To tell me 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, y'all can't bang wit fifty

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

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

Give me a knife, I'll get rid of your neighborhood
Give me a minute, I'll take a fuckin' car a pully
See the hood is the deepest my innocence young
Niggas jumped me 'cuz they beat me one-on-one

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

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 slid, mommy died before I turned eleven
This cities split 'posed to let black cats your path
The footprints in the is Satan carryin' your ass

I got, "God Understand Me" tattooed in my
When I die, back, I'ma tattoo it again
I'm the young buck let the gun buck
the window down 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
mix a lot, God studied they lessons
Even when my hard I still count my blessings

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

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