Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta'd Up

(What)
We in (What)
We can get the popping
We care (What, what, what)
going down (What)
'Cause I'm (What)
50 Cent, you know how I down (Down)

[Chorus: 2X]
up, Blood? (What)
What up, (What)
up, Blood? (What)
What up,

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

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

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

2]
I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and
When gangstas bump my shit, can hear my hunger?
When the 5th kick, quick, it sounds like thunder
In December I'll make your block feel like
The rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my is a nine
Every chick I fuck with is a
I'm Patty LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own
Where I lay my hat is my home, I'm a stone
my path I'll crush ya, thinking I won't touch ya
I'll have your ass a wheelchair, cane, or crutches
hoe fuckers, in the hood they love us
Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new

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