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), claim G-Unit die
got it down to a T (tee), Ya'll aint with me

Whoever it was that said carrots (karots) was for ya sight
Must've never came across a rock this
I been hot since Mike put on a glitter glove and
Slipped backwards on the stage, so give a 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 these Lloyd Banks's, toy gangstas
We need to do a remix theres some more Wankstas
My street team strap Mag's on they
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 even my baby
Fuck its all gravy, if I go, Im
comes for everybody, no acception to the rule
I'm a G-Unit soldier, with my eyes low
Funny rims backwards in a spiral
know the kid got the game in a gyro
in other words, to choke, nigga, im no
how the you sell 4 million records 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, 'bout the weight of on a rope
Leave ya girl around me to long, I'm pokin' her
as she open her coat, bend her over and STROKE

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In the town Im from, the tattle-tells rock like Pro-Keds
The lil ride they mopeds round the dope heads
Glass on the ballcourt, you cant 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, pocket of raw, knockin ya (jea!)
You back home suckin' ya teeth, moppin the (laughs)
Im gettin top dollar, these freebies
Been in the 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 still his album
I learned patience 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 a record label down
Im a monster, i tear da whole up
My closet break on me if I throw another throwback up
Im flyin back to Miami, just to do a
'cause they paper at me like a substitute teacher
Im far away from the leechers, cant even reach us
Im on the left coast gettin my dick on the beaches
hurlin up, everytime that i stunt
And every other you hear is the rhyme of the month, YEA