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)
I'm around (What)
50 Cent, you know how I gets (Down)

repeat 2X]
What up, (What)
up, 'cause? (What)
What up, (What)
What up,

1]
They say I walk around 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 want to play in
But I'll hunt or duck a nigga down like it's
Front on me, I'll cut ya, gun-butt ya or ya
You money? I can't 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 connect when the price rise
Gangstas, they bump my shit they know me
I grew up around some niggas not my homies
Hundred G's I stash it (what), the I blast it (yeah)
D's come we the diesel and battery acid
This flow's been mastered, the ice I it
Chokes me, I'll have mama picking out your casket, bastard
I'm on the next level, right lane 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 play
We don't play (G-Unit)
We don't around

2]
I sit back, the best bud, burn and wonder
When gangstas my shit, can they hear my hunger?
When the 5th kick, duck quick, it sounds like
In December I'll your block feel 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 they love us
Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new

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