Luyện nghe bài hát G'z Up

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

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

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In the Im from, the tattle-tells dont rock like Pro-Keds
The lil niggas ride they mopeds round the dope
Glass on the ballcourt, you even cross-over
poppin the ball, I'm not gonna fall
One year now im in the pop ??
glass blockin ya boy, glock in the door (jea!)
Im on tour, pocket of raw, ya whore (jea!)
You back home suckin' ya teeth, moppin the (laughs)
Im gettin top dollar, ain't freebies
Been in the game a year and got 2 "Best Of Banks"
If they mine then i dont give a fuck about em
shit, R. Kelly played with kids and still bought his album
I patience 'cause it takes time
Now my is sicker than McGrady on the baseline
of the Tec's jus wait around
'cause i got a roster, that'll bring a record label
Im a monster, i tear da whole up
My closet bar'll break on me if I throw throwback up
Im flyin to Miami, just to do a feature
'cause they throwin paper at me like a teacher
Im far away the leechers, they cant even reach us
Im on the left gettin my dick sucked on the beaches
Somebody up, everytime that i stunt
And other verse you hear is the rhyme of the month, YEA