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 what the fuck it is man
(Yeah, yeah, and, and say somethin' ya nigga)
Yeah, street muthafucka
(Yeah, go ahead, say something)
Yo, yo, it out fifty

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

That's the sound of the man, cockin' that thang, thang
That's the sound of the man, clappin' thang, thang
Yo, in my hood we was not to say who shot 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 finna put a shell in a nigga
I rock a lot of ice, I 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 up tryin' to rob the wrong Mexicans

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

If you a pimp like kid, why them don't treat ya
If you ball like 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, 'em, shoot 'em up, rob 'em
In the hood we starvin', you want problems
child

And why you be man enough
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 twice
I'm nice, y'all niggas hang wit fifty
Blaaat, y'all can't 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 with a sawed-off shottie
you at the light, I blow ya ass off the Ducati
Man, ain't gon' do me like Sammy 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 stole my innocence young
Niggas me 'cuz they couldn't beat me one-on-one

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

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

I broke a mirror 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 path
The footprints in the sand is carryin' your ass

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

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

See that look in my eye, ya keep on steppin'
Spent time on my 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

child, I'm familiar 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