Luyện nghe bài hát G-Unit / U.T.P

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

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

Now piece by piece we put it all
Time to get this dough nigga, now or never
I'm wild as ever, foul as
Reap whatever, whatever,
They say I'm a slick talker, shit
ass New Yorker
Come gutcha, gum futcher, lay ass out
If you ever beef nigga, call on me
If you up in school nigga, it's all on me
I get a left to drop a nigga, pistol to pop a nigga
Break you off proper nigga, the cops gonna stop a nigga (yeah)
Let's get this money man, hos come with the paper
I'm to go wherever this game takes us
homey, you see my 22's, sittin' on low bros
That simple mathematics, that equal hoes
I a lot of dro, I got a lot of flows
Shit I didn't have to say that, y'all 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 and some Hennessey
My from 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 a dyke, on the back of the bike
In the the white
Air Force One's, Baton, Nike style (woo)
Don't really talk much (uh huh), I let my money
I know you saw us, shit we a 100
I'm sippin' Don, with Juan, Bird, and weed
them h