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 Queens
(What's up Heh, what's up nigga?)

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

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

That's the sound of the man, 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 care for me 'cuz I'm on the
I'm put a shell in a nigga head
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 shoot this
Say I'm skinny now, but I big in the coupe-dee
My cuzin' Uzi out in L.A. done and do the sets again
Got shot the fuck up tryin' to rob the Mexicans

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

If you a like 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

Problem child, I'm with problems, I know how to solve '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 me where you're comin' from

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

See that in my eye, ya betta keep on steppin'
Spent time on my floor, to sharpen my weapon
If you pussy I'ma smell you you come around here
Them boys in 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 don't problems
child