Luyện nghe bài hát G'z Up

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

Whoever it was that carrots (karots) was good for ya sight
Must've never across a rock this bright
I been hot since Mike 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 like the bruck up, Up
these wannabe Lloyd Banks's, toy gangstas
We need to do a remix 'cause theres more Wankstas
My street team strap Mag's on waist
Vest under the shirt, and black rags on they
Im a problem, Lord can you find a way to me
I cant die, shit, i aint even have my
its all gravy, if I go, Im cool
Death for everybody, no acception to the rule
I'm a G-Unit soldier, ridin my eyes low
Funny spinnin backwards in a spiral
know the kid got the game in a gyro
in other words, to choke, nigga, im no
how the fuck you sell 4 records and go broke
how the fuck you take a to jamaica and dont smoke
Out in L.A., I know a couple Damu's and
My chain heavy, 'bout the of soap on a rope
Leave ya girl around me to long, I'm her throat
as she open 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 they mopeds round the dope heads
Glass on the ballcourt, you cant cross-over
Without poppin the ball, I'm not gonna
One from now im in the pop ??
Bulletproof glass ya boy, glock in the door (jea!)
Im on tour, pocket of raw, knockin ya (jea!)
You back home suckin' ya teeth, the floor (laughs)
Im gettin top dollar, these ain't
in the game a year and got 2 "Best Of Banks" Cd's
If they mine then i dont give a fuck about em
shit, R. Kelly played with kids and niggas still his album
I learned 'cause it takes time
Now my delivery is than McGrady on the baseline
None of the jus wait around
'cause i got a roster, bring a record label down
Im a monster, i tear da whole 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 like a teacher
Im far away from the leechers, they cant reach us
Im on the left coast gettin my dick on the beaches
Somebody hurlin up, that i stunt
And other verse you hear is the rhyme of the month, YEA