Luyện nghe bài hát 50 Shot Ya

Yo, yo, yo
What the poppin' man
This the Drama man
Yo who there, who dat, who there
(Yeah, yeah, it's 50 nigga)
Muthafucka, uh, to Queens muthafuckas
(What's up man? Heh, up nigga?)

And I'll smack the fuckin' shit out your DJ man
know what the fuck it is man
(Yeah, yeah, and, and say ya bitch-ass nigga)
Yeah, street justice
(Yeah, go ahead, say something)
Yo, yo, it out fifty

You handle the bitch-ass rap
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 of the man, cockin' that thang, that thang
That's the of the man, clappin' that thang, thang
Yo, in my we was taught 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 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 fifth got a rubber and a beam on it

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

I my lifestyle, y'all niggas is cheaters
lines come 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 them hoes treat ya
If you wanna ball like
Now let me teach 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, tray, revolve 'em, shoot 'em up, rob 'em
In the hood we starvin', you don't want
child

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

They say you can never repay the price for takin' a man's
I'm in debt Christ, I done did that twice
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
Face stone and the cross, a bitch I tossed
See the wounds in my skin they from a war of
You can CNN for the, 'War Report'

See the drama got me ridin' a sawed-off shottie
you at the light, I blow ya ass off the Ducati
Man, niggas gon' do me like Sammy did Gotti
I do it myself, I don't no help

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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