Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta'd Up

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

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

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 duck a down like it's sport
Front on me, I'll cut ya, ya or bump ya
You getting money? I none with ya then fuck ya
I'm not the type to get for D.W.I.
I'm the type that'll kill your when the coke price rise
Gangstas, they bump my shit then know me
I grew up some niggas that's not my homies
Hundred G's I it (what), the mack I blast it (yeah)
D's come we the diesel and battery acid
This been mastered, the ice I flash it
Chokes me, I'll your 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 don't play
We don't play
We don't that (G-Unit)
We don't around

2]
I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and
When bump my shit, can they hear my hunger?
the 5th kick, duck quick, it sounds like thunder
In December I'll make block feel like summer
The rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my is a nine
chick I fuck with is a dime
I'm Patty LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own
I lay my hat is my home, I'm a rolling stone
Cross my path I'll 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 ass with some brand new chuckas

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