Luyện nghe bài hát G'z Up

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G'Z UP!, to every hood and every
U (you), to have ya gun 'round you
N-I (and I), G-Unit till die
got it down to a T (tee), Ya'll fuckin with me

Whoever it was that said carrots (karots) was for ya sight
Must've never came a rock this bright
I hot since Mike first put on a glitter glove and
Slipped backwards on the stage, so give a nigga
Yeah, I'm popular, but get it fucked up
The Uz'll have ya in the club like the bruck up, What's Up
With these wannabe Lloyd Banks's, toy
We need to do a remix theres some more Wankstas
My street strap Mag's on they waist
Vest under the shirt, and rags on they face
Im a problem, Lord can you find a way to me
I die, shit, i aint even have my baby
Fuck its all gravy, if I go, Im
Death for everybody, no acception to the rule
I'm a G-Unit soldier, with my eyes low
Funny rims spinnin backwards in a
Ya'll the kid got the game in a gyro
in other words, to choke, nigga, im no
how the fuck you sell 4 million records and go
how the you take a trip to jamaica and dont smoke
Out in L.A., I know a Damu's and Loc's
My chain heavy, 'bout the weight of on a rope
Leave ya girl around me to long, I'm her throat
as she open her coat, bend her over and STROKE

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In the town Im from, the tattle-tells dont like Pro-Keds
The lil niggas ride they mopeds round the dope
Glass on the ballcourt, you even cross-over
Without the ball, I'm not gonna fall
One year now im in the pop ??
Bulletproof glass blockin ya boy, glock in the (jea!)
Im on tour, pocket of raw, ya whore (jea!)
You back home suckin' ya teeth, the floor (laughs)
Im top dollar, these ain't freebies
Been in the a year and got 2 "Best Of Banks" Cd's
If they aint then i dont give a fuck about em
shit, R. Kelly with kids and niggas still bought his album
I learned 'cause it takes time
Now my delivery is than McGrady on the baseline
None of the Tec's jus around
'cause i got a roster, that'll bring a record label
Im a monster, i tear da whole up
My closet break on me if I throw another throwback up
Im flyin back to Miami, just to do a
'cause they throwin paper at me like a teacher
Im far away from the leechers, they cant even us
Im on the left coast gettin my dick on the beaches
Somebody hurlin up, everytime that i
And other verse you hear is the rhyme of the month, YEA