Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta'd Up

(What)
We in (What)
We can get the popping
We don't (What, what, what)
It's going (What)
I'm around (What)
50 Cent, you know how I gets (Down)

repeat 2X]
What up, (What)
What up, (What)
What up, (What)
up, Gangstaaa?

1]
They say I around like got an "S" on my chest
Naw, that's a semi-auto, and a on my chest
I try not to say nothing, the DA might to play in court
But I'll hunt or a nigga down like it's sport
Front on me, cut ya, gun-butt ya or bump ya
You getting money? I can't none ya then fuck ya
I'm not the to get knocked for D.W.I.
I'm the type that'll kill your connect the coke price rise
Gangstas, they bump my then they know me
I grew up around niggas that's not my homies
G's I stash it (what), the mack I blast it (yeah)
D's we dump the diesel and battery acid
This flow's been mastered, the ice I it
Chokes me, I'll have your mama out your casket, bastard
I'm on the next level, right forget bezzle
Benz to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, god (what)

[Chorus (1st time w/o "What up, Blood?") (2x)]

We don't play
We don't play
We don't that (G-Unit)
We don't play

2]
I sit back, the best bud, burn and wonder
When gangstas bump my shit, can they my hunger?
When the 5th kick, duck quick, it sounds thunder
In December make your block feel like summer
The rap say I can rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nine
Every chick I fuck is a dime
I'm Patty LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own
Where I lay my hat is my home, I'm a rolling
Cross my path I'll crush ya, thinking I touch ya
I'll your ass using a wheelchair, cane, or crutches
Industry hoe fuckers, in the they love us
a bone out your ass with some brand new chuckas

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