Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta'd Up

(What)
We in (What)
We can get the drama
We care (What, what, what)
It's going (What)
I'm around (What)
50 Cent, you know how I gets (Down)

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

1]
They say I walk around got an "S" on my chest
Naw, a semi-auto, and a vest on my chest
I try not to say nothing, the DA might want to 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 can't none with ya fuck ya
I'm not the type to get for D.W.I.
I'm the type that'll your connect when the coke price rise
Gangstas, they bump my shit they know me
I grew up around some niggas that's not my
Hundred G's I it (what), the mack I blast it (yeah)
D's come we dump the and battery acid
This flow's mastered, the ice I flash it
me, I'll have your mama picking out your casket, bastard
I'm on the level, right lane forget bezzle
Benz pedal to the metal, than a tea kettle, god (what)

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

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

2]
I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and
When gangstas bump my shit, can hear my hunger?
the 5th kick, duck quick, it sounds like thunder
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 with is a
I'm like LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own
Where I lay my hat is my home, I'm a stone
Cross my I'll crush ya, thinking I won't touch ya
I'll your ass using a wheelchair, cane, or crutches
Industry hoe fuckers, in the hood they us
Stomp a bone out ass with some brand new chuckas

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