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)
What up, (What)
up, Blood? (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 want to play in court
But I'll hunt or duck a nigga down it's sport
Front on me, I'll cut ya, gun-butt ya or 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 when the price rise
Gangstas, they my shit then they know me
I grew up some niggas that's not my homies
G's I stash it (what), the mack I blast it (yeah)
D's come we the diesel and battery acid
This flow's mastered, the ice I flash it
Chokes me, I'll have your picking out your casket, bastard
I'm on the next level, lane forget bezzle
Benz pedal to the metal, than a tea kettle, god (what)

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

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

2]
I sit back, twist the 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 make your block feel like
The rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a
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 ass using a wheelchair, cane, or crutches
Industry hoe fuckers, in the hood they us
Stomp a out your ass with some brand new chuckas

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