Luyện nghe bài hát 50 Shot Ya

Yo, yo, yo
What the fuck man
This the King man
Yo who there, who dat, who there
(Yeah, yeah, 50 Cent nigga)
Muthafucka, uh, to Queens muthafuckas
(What's up man? Heh, 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, street muthafucka
(Yeah, go ahead, say something)
Yo, yo, check it out

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

That's the sound of the man, cockin' thang, that thang
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 prayer for me if you for me 'cuz I'm on the edge
I'm put a shell in a nigga head
I rock a lot of ice, I dare you to on it
The fifth got a rubber and a beam on it

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

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

If you a like kid, why them hoes don't treat ya
If you wanna ball Kirk
Now shorty let me ya
This God sent, it's bound 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 want problems
Problem

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

They say you can never repay the price for takin' a life
I'm in debt with Christ, I done did that
I'm nice, niggas can't hang wit fifty
Blaaat, y'all niggas can't 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 in my skin they from a war of course
You can check CNN for the, 'War

See the drama got me with a sawed-off shottie
Catch you at the light, I ya ass off the Ducati
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
me a minute, I'll take a fuckin' car with a pully
See the hood is the deepest stole my young
Niggas jumped me 'cuz they couldn't beat me

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

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

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

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

See that look in my eye, ya betta keep on
Spent time on my cell floor, to my weapon
If you I'ma smell you when you come around here
Them boys in Pelican Bay couldn't 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
Problem