Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta'd Up

(What)
We in (What)
We can get the popping
We don't (What, what, what)
It's down (What)
I'm around (What)
50 Cent, you how I gets down (Down)

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

1]
They say I around like 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 to play in court
But hunt or duck a nigga down like it's sport
on me, I'll cut ya, gun-butt 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 kill your connect the coke price rise
Gangstas, they my shit then they know me
I grew up around some that's not my homies
Hundred G's I stash it (what), the mack I it (yeah)
D's we dump 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, right 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 play 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 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 I fuck with 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 I'll ya, thinking I won't touch ya
I'll have ass using a wheelchair, cane, or crutches
Industry hoe fuckers, in the hood love us
a bone out your ass with some brand new chuckas

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