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 till die
got it down to a T (tee), aint fuckin with me

Whoever it was that carrots (karots) was good for ya sight
Must've never came 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 dont get it up
The Uz'll have ya shakin in the like the bruck up, What's Up
With these Lloyd Banks's, toy gangstas
We need to do a remix 'cause some more Wankstas
My street team strap on they waist
Vest under the shirt, and rags on they face
Im a problem, Lord can you a way to save me
I cant die, shit, i aint 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
rims spinnin backwards in a spiral
Ya'll know the kid got the game in a
in other words, to choke, nigga, im no
how the you sell 4 million records and go broke
how the fuck you take a trip to jamaica and smoke
Out in L.A., I a couple Damu's and Loc's
My chain heavy, the weight of soap on a rope
Leave ya around me to long, I'm pokin' her throat
Soon as she open her coat, bend her over and

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In the town Im from, the tattle-tells dont rock like
The lil niggas they mopeds round the dope heads
Glass on the ballcourt, you cant cross-over
Without the ball, I'm not gonna fall
One from now im in the pop ??
Bulletproof glass blockin ya boy, glock in the (jea!)
Im on tour, of raw, knockin ya whore (jea!)
You back suckin' ya teeth, moppin the floor (laughs)
Im gettin top dollar, ain't freebies
in the game a year and got 2 "Best Of Banks" Cd's
If aint mine then i dont give a fuck about em
shit, R. Kelly played with kids and niggas bought his album
I learned patience it takes time
Now my is sicker than McGrady on the baseline
None of the Tec's jus around
'cause i got a roster, that'll a record label down
Im a monster, i tear da whole up
My bar'll break on me if I throw another throwback up
Im flyin back to Miami, just to do a
they throwin paper at me like a substitute teacher
Im far away from the leechers, they even reach us
Im on the left 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