Luyện nghe bài hát G-Unit / U.T.P

[Male voice
Right now with the situation better
So I'm you things, holla

[50
Yeah, 50 Cent, uh huh, me out

Now piece by we put it all together
to get this dough nigga, it's now or never
I'm as ever, foul as ever
whatever, whatever, whatever
They say I'm a slick talker, talker
Grimy ass New
gutcha, gum futcher, lay your ass out
If you catch beef nigga, call on me
If you up in school nigga, it's all on me
I get a left foot to drop a nigga, pistol to pop a
Break you off proper nigga, the cops ain't gonna stop a (yeah)
get this money man, them hos come with the paper
I'm to go wherever this game takes us
Look homey, you see my 22's, on low bros
That simple mathematics, that equal hoes
I smoke a lot of dro, I got a lot of
Shit I didn't to say that, y'all already know

- 2X]
From New York to New
A problem, at me
My comin' to see
If everythin' is

Ya'll can blow some trees
Have coke and some
My niggas U.T.P.
Everythin' is

Buck]
For who couldn't figure me out, what this nigga be bout
Cookin' it, and it, and flippin' it, in 24 hours
Cause I keep a dyke, on the of the bike
In the the white
Air Force One's, Baton, Nike style (woo)
Don't really talk (uh huh), I let my money speak
I know you saw us, shit we a 100
I'm sippin' Don, with Juan, Bird, and smokin'
them h