Luyện nghe bài hát G'z Up

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G'Z UP!, to every hood and every
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 that carrots (karots) was good for ya sight
Must've never came across a this bright
I been hot since Mike put on a glitter glove and
backwards on the stage, so give a nigga love
Yeah, I'm popular, but dont get it up
The Uz'll have ya in the club like the bruck up, What's Up
these wannabe Lloyd Banks's, toy gangstas
We need to do a remix 'cause some more Wankstas
My street team strap on they waist
Vest the shirt, and black rags on they face
Im a problem, Lord can you find a way to me
I cant die, shit, i aint have my baby
its all gravy, if I go, Im cool
Death comes for everybody, no to the rule
I'm a soldier, ridin with my eyes low
Funny spinnin backwards in a spiral
Ya'll 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 chain heavy, 'bout the weight of soap on a
Leave ya around me to long, I'm pokin' her throat
Soon as she open her coat, bend her and STROKE

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In the town Im from, the tattle-tells dont rock Pro-Keds
The lil niggas they mopeds round the dope heads
on the ballcourt, you cant even cross-over
Without poppin the ball, I'm not fall
One from now im in the pop ??
Bulletproof blockin ya boy, glock in the door (jea!)
Im on tour, of raw, knockin ya whore (jea!)
You home suckin' ya teeth, moppin the floor (laughs)
Im gettin top dollar, ain't freebies
Been in the game a year and got 2 "Best Of Banks"
If they aint mine i dont give a fuck about em
shit, R. Kelly with kids and niggas still bought his album
I patience 'cause it takes time
Now my delivery is sicker than on the baseline
None of the jus wait around
'cause i got a roster, that'll bring a record down
Im a monster, i da whole track up
My closet bar'll break on me if I another throwback up
Im flyin back to Miami, to do a feature
'cause they paper at me like a substitute teacher
Im far from the leechers, they cant even reach us
Im on the coast gettin my dick sucked on the beaches
Somebody hurlin up, everytime i stunt
And other verse you hear is the rhyme of the month, YEA