Luyện nghe bài hát 50 Shot Ya

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

And I'll smack the fuckin' shit out 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, check it out

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

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

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

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

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

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 don't problems
Problem

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

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

Say I'm born to rhyme, there's a shell and a
Face 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
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 no help

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Problem child, I'm with 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
child