Luyện nghe bài hát 50 Shot Ya

Yo, yo, yo
What the poppin' man
This the King man
Yo who there, who dat, who man?
(Yeah, yeah, 50 Cent nigga)
Muthafucka, uh, Harlem to Queens
(What's up Heh, what's up nigga?)

And I'll smack the shit out your favorite DJ man
Y'all what the fuck it is man
(Yeah, yeah, and, and say somethin' ya nigga)
Yeah, justice muthafucka
(Yeah, go ahead, say something)
Yo, yo, check it out

You handle the bitch-ass rap
I'ma handle the 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, that thang, that 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 heard the shot, you 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 head
I rock a lot of ice, I you to scheme on it
The fifth got a grip and a beam on it

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

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

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

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 don't want
Problem

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

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

Say I'm born to rhyme, a shell and a nine
stone and the cross, there's a bitch I tossed
See the wounds in my skin they from a war of
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, 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 your bully
Give me a minute, I'll take a fuckin' car with a
See the hood is the deepest stole my innocence
Niggas jumped me 'cuz they couldn't beat me

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

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

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

I got, "God Me" tattooed in my skin
When I die, come back, 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 when I say I care
Muslims mix a lot, God they lessons
Even when my luck's hard I still count my

See look in my eye, ya betta keep on steppin'
Spent time on my floor, to sharpen my weapon
If you pussy I'ma you when you come around here
Them boys in Bay couldn't live in my tier

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