Luyện nghe bài hát G'z Up

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

Whoever it was that said carrots (karots) was good for ya
Must've never came across a this bright
I been hot Mike first put on a glitter glove and
Slipped on the stage, so give 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 wannabe Lloyd Banks's, toy gangstas
We need to do a remix 'cause theres some Wankstas
My street team Mag's on they waist
Vest under the shirt, and black rags on they
Im a problem, can you find a way to save me
I cant die, shit, i aint have my baby
Fuck its all gravy, if I go, Im
comes for everybody, no acception to the rule
I'm a G-Unit soldier, ridin my eyes low
Funny rims 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 you take a trip to jamaica and dont smoke
Out in L.A., I know a couple and Loc's
My heavy, 'bout the weight of soap on a rope
ya girl 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 Pro-Keds
The lil niggas ride they mopeds the dope heads
on the ballcourt, you cant even cross-over
Without the ball, I'm not gonna fall
One from now im in the pop ??
Bulletproof blockin ya boy, glock in the door (jea!)
Im on tour, pocket of raw, ya whore (jea!)
You home suckin' ya teeth, moppin the floor (laughs)
Im gettin top dollar, these freebies
Been in the game a year and got 2 "Best Of Banks"
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 'cause it time
Now my is sicker than McGrady on the baseline
of the Tec's jus wait around
'cause i got a roster, bring a record label down
Im a monster, i da whole track up
My closet bar'll break on me if I throw throwback up
Im back to Miami, just to do a feature
'cause they throwin paper at me like a teacher
Im far away from the leechers, they cant even us
Im on the left gettin my dick sucked on the beaches
Somebody hurlin up, that i stunt
And every other verse you hear is the of the month, YEA