Luyện nghe bài hát 50 Shot Ya

Yo, yo, yo
What the fuck 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 Heh, what's up nigga?)

And I'll smack the fuckin' out your favorite DJ man
Y'all know 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 the bitch-ass rap niggas
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
the sound of the man, clappin' that thang, thang
Yo, in my we was taught not to say who shot ya
See the flash, you heard the shot, you the burnin', I got ya

Say a for me if you care for me 'cuz I'm on the edge
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 took the hit on me shoot this
Say I'm skinny now, but I look big in the
My cuzin' Uzi out in L.A. tripped and do the sets again
Got shot the fuck up to rob the wrong Mexicans

I write my lifestyle, y'all niggas is
Your lines come feds, felons and don diva
Oh, you the black hand of
Then why your name preacher

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

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 want
child

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

They say you can repay the price for takin' a man's life
I'm in debt Christ, I done did that twice
I'm nice, niggas can't hang wit fifty
Blaaat, y'all niggas can't wit fifty

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

See the drama got me with a sawed-off 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, take a fuckin' car with a pully
See the hood is the deepest stole my innocence
Niggas jumped me 'cuz couldn't beat me one-on-one

Problem child, I'm with 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 problems
child

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

I must've broke a mirror at and had bad luck for seven
'Cuz pops slid, mommy before I turned eleven
cities 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, I'ma tattoo it
I'm the young buck that let the gun
Roll the window down and say, "'Sup up, get ready to duck"

My is a house homie, fear don't live here
believe me when I say I don't care
Muslims mix a lot, God studied lessons
Even when my luck's 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 here
boys in Pelican Bay couldn't live in my tier

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