Luyện nghe bài hát 50 Shot Ya

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

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

You the bitch-ass rap niggas
I'ma handle the bitch-ass DJ
(Alright, alright)
We gon' justice 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 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 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 took the hit on me couldn't shoot this
Say I'm now, but I look big in the coupe-dee
My cuzin' Uzi out in L.A. done tripped and do the sets
Got shot the fuck up to rob the wrong Mexicans

I my lifestyle, y'all niggas is cheaters
Your lines come feds, felons and don diva
Oh, you the black of death
Then why name ain't preacher

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

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

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

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

Say I'm born to rhyme, there's a shell and a
Face stone and the cross, there's a 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
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 don't need no

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 stole my young
Niggas jumped me 'cuz they 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 hood we starvin', you want problems
child

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

I broke a mirror 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 buck that let the gun buck
Roll the window down and say, "'Sup up, get ready to duck"

My heart is a house homie, fear live here
Nigga me when I say I don't care
Muslims mix a lot, God studied they
Even when my hard 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 around
Them boys in Bay couldn't live in my tier

child, I'm familiar 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
Problem