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

And I'll smack the fuckin' shit out favorite DJ man
Y'all what the fuck it is man
(Yeah, yeah, and, and say ya bitch-ass 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 gon' bring to the game
(That's how we put it down)
muthafuckas

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

Homie that took the hit on me couldn't this
Say I'm now, but I look 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, niggas is cheaters
lines come from feds, felons and don diva
Oh, you the black hand of
Then why your name preacher

If you a pimp like kid, why them hoes treat ya
If you wanna ball like
Now let me teach ya
This flow's God sent, it's bound to ya

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 want problems
child

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

They say you can repay the price for takin' a man's 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 bang wit

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

See the drama got me ridin' a sawed-off shottie
Catch you at the light, I blow ya ass off the
Man, niggas gon' do me like Sammy did Gotti
I do it myself, I need no help

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

child, I'm familiar 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 can't you be man
To tell me where comin' 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 your path
The footprints in the is Satan carryin' your ass

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

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

See that look in my eye, ya betta on steppin'
Spent on my cell floor, to sharpen my weapon
If you pussy smell you when you come around here
Them boys in Pelican Bay couldn't in my tier

Problem child, I'm familiar 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
Problem