Luyện nghe bài hát G'z Up

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G'Z UP!, to hood and every crew
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 aint with me

Whoever it was said carrots (karots) was good for ya sight
never came across a rock this bright
I been hot since first put on a glitter glove and
backwards on the stage, so give a nigga love
Yeah, I'm popular, but get it fucked up
The Uz'll have ya shakin in the club the bruck up, What's Up
With these wannabe Lloyd Banks's, toy
We need to do a remix 'cause theres some Wankstas
My team strap Mag's on they waist
Vest under the shirt, and black rags on they
Im a problem, Lord can you a way to save me
I cant die, shit, i even have my baby
its all gravy, if I go, Im cool
Death comes for everybody, no to the rule
I'm a G-Unit soldier, with my eyes 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 records and go broke
how the fuck you take a trip to jamaica and dont
Out in L.A., I know a Damu's and Loc's
My heavy, 'bout the weight of soap on a rope
Leave ya 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 town Im from, the tattle-tells dont like Pro-Keds
The lil niggas ride mopeds round the dope heads
on the ballcourt, you cant even cross-over
Without poppin the ball, I'm not fall
One year now im in the pop ??
glass blockin ya boy, glock in the door (jea!)
Im on tour, of raw, knockin ya whore (jea!)
You back home suckin' ya teeth, the floor (laughs)
Im gettin top dollar, ain't freebies
Been in the game a and got 2 "Best Of Banks" Cd's
If aint mine then i dont give a fuck about em
shit, R. played with kids and niggas still bought his album
I learned patience 'cause it takes
Now my delivery is than McGrady on the baseline
of the Tec's jus wait around
'cause i got a roster, that'll bring a record down
Im a monster, i tear da track up
My closet bar'll break on me if I throw another up
Im flyin back to Miami, just to do a
'cause they throwin paper at me a substitute teacher
Im far away from the leechers, cant even reach us
Im on the coast 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