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 aint with me

Whoever it was that said (karots) was good for ya sight
Must've came across a rock this bright
I been hot since Mike first put on a glitter and
Slipped backwards on the stage, so give a nigga
Yeah, I'm popular, but dont get it up
The Uz'll have ya shakin in the club the bruck up, What's Up
these wannabe Lloyd Banks's, toy gangstas
We need to do a remix 'cause theres some more
My street team Mag's on they waist
Vest under the shirt, and black on they face
Im a problem, can you find a way to save me
I cant die, shit, i aint even my baby
Fuck its all gravy, if I go, Im
comes for everybody, no acception to the rule
I'm a soldier, ridin with my eyes low
Funny rims spinnin backwards in a
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 and go broke
how the fuck you a trip to jamaica and dont smoke
Out in L.A., I know a couple Damu's and
My chain heavy, the weight of soap on a rope
Leave ya girl around me to long, I'm her throat
Soon as she open her coat, bend her over and

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In the town Im from, the tattle-tells rock like Pro-Keds
The lil niggas ride they round the dope heads
Glass on the ballcourt, you cant even
Without poppin the ball, I'm not 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, moppin the (laughs)
Im gettin top dollar, these freebies
in the game a year and got 2 "Best Of Banks" Cd's
If they aint mine then i dont a fuck about em
shit, R. Kelly played with kids and niggas still bought his
I learned patience 'cause it takes
Now my delivery is sicker than McGrady on the
of the Tec's jus wait around
'cause i got a roster, that'll bring a record down
Im a monster, i tear da whole up
My closet bar'll on me if I throw another 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 hurlin up, everytime i stunt
And every other verse you hear is the of the month, YEA