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 down (Down)

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

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 want to in court
But I'll or duck a nigga down like it's sport
Front on me, cut ya, gun-butt ya or bump 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 connect when the coke price rise
Gangstas, they my shit then they know me
I grew up around niggas that's not my homies
Hundred G's I it (what), the mack I blast it (yeah)
D's come we dump the and battery acid
This been mastered, the ice I flash it
Chokes me, I'll have your mama picking out your casket,
I'm on the next level, lane forget bezzle
Benz pedal to the metal, hotter a tea kettle, god (what)

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

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

2]
I sit back, twist the best bud, and wonder
gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger?
When the 5th kick, duck quick, it sounds like
In I'll make your block feel like summer
The rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a
Every chick I fuck with is a
I'm Patty LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own
Where I lay my hat is my home, I'm a rolling
Cross my path crush 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
Stomp a bone out your ass some brand new chuckas

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