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 gets (Down)

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

1]
They say I walk around like got an "S" on my
Naw, that's a semi-auto, and a vest on my
I try not to say nothing, the DA might to play in court
But I'll or duck a nigga down like it's sport
Front on me, I'll cut ya, gun-butt ya or 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 price
Gangstas, they bump my shit they know me
I grew up around some that's not my homies
Hundred G's I stash it (what), the I blast 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 your mama picking out casket, bastard
I'm on the next level, lane forget bezzle
Benz pedal to the metal, hotter a tea kettle, god (what)

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

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

2]
I sit back, twist the bud, burn and wonder
When gangstas bump my shit, can they my hunger?
When the 5th kick, duck quick, it sounds like
In December I'll make your block like summer
The rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my 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 stone
Cross my path crush ya, thinking I won't touch ya
I'll have your ass using a wheelchair, cane, or
Industry hoe fuckers, in the hood they us
Stomp a bone out your ass some brand new chuckas

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