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, Harlem to 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, justice muthafucka
(Yeah, go ahead, say something)
Yo, yo, it out fifty

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

the sound of the man, cockin' that thang, that thang
That's the sound of the man, clappin' that 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 finna put a in a nigga head
I rock a lot of ice, I you to scheme on it
The got a rubber grip and a beam on it

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

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

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

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 want
Problem

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

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

Say I'm to rhyme, there's a shell and a nine
stone and the cross, there's a bitch I tossed
See the wounds in my skin from a war of course
You can check CNN for the, 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 gon' do me like Sammy did
I do it myself, I don't no help

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

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

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

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

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

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

See that in my eye, ya betta keep on steppin'
Spent time on my cell floor, to my weapon
If you pussy I'ma smell you when you come here
Them boys in Pelican Bay live in my tier

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