Luyện nghe bài hát G'z Up

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G'Z UP!, to every hood and crew
U (you), to have ya gun 'round you
N-I (and I), claim till die
got it down to a T (tee), Ya'll fuckin 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 first put on a glitter and
Slipped on the stage, so give a nigga love
Yeah, I'm popular, but dont get it up
The Uz'll have ya 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 on they waist
Vest under the shirt, and rags on they face
Im a problem, Lord can you find a way to me
I cant die, shit, i even have my baby
Fuck its all gravy, if I go, Im
Death comes for everybody, no to the rule
I'm a soldier, ridin with my eyes low
Funny rims spinnin 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 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 pokin' her
Soon as she open her coat, her over and STROKE

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In the town Im from, the tattle-tells dont rock like
The lil niggas ride they mopeds the dope heads
on the ballcourt, you cant even cross-over
Without poppin the ball, I'm not fall
One year now im in the pop ??
glass blockin ya boy, glock in the door (jea!)
Im on tour, pocket of raw, 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 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 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 da whole track up
My bar'll break on me if I throw another throwback up
Im back to Miami, just to do a feature
they throwin paper at me like a substitute teacher
Im far away from the leechers, they even reach us
Im on the left coast gettin my dick sucked on the
Somebody hurlin up, everytime that i
And every other you hear is the rhyme of the month, YEA