Luyện nghe bài hát Position Of Power

I told niggas not to shoot dice me
Look at this stack, I got money, I got

Nigga trip, I'll kill ya if you fuck with my grip
I won't to let off a clip, nigga don't trip
You gon' me get on some shit
Run up on you quick, what up, you're

Nigga trip, you gon' get ya monkey ass hit
Run in ya whip, tryna with my clique
Nigga don't case you didn't know who this is
It's 50 Cent bitch, G-Unit, don't trip

I come through your hood, in my yellow Lam
Murcielago, gold top down, nigga damn
I'm the biggest from New York since son of Sam
Cruisin', bumpin' shit, ruger in my hand

Thinkin' the East enough, it's time to expand
I plan to head out West and plant my down
A nigga big as King King in the now
I do a lil' shoppin' and buy me a crib

It's palm trees and bitches out in Cali kid
I touched the Hollywood paper, go and me some flicks
Have some supermodel bitches and suck on my dick
My mom turn in her grave if I married a chick

But baby'll suck the chrome off the Chevy and
Niggas be wearin' fake signs, I'm a lil' charm
Thirty on the pinky, kiss the ring on the Don
Crack open Cali bud, stuff the weight in the bomb

Nigga you but me I hustle harder
I got what you need, trees, that heart, that powder
My we gee packs, devour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the of power
You around if you wanna

I'm from, you learn to blend in or get touched
I don't need niggas for support, I don't with a crutch
Niggas know my stage, they fuck with me son
You got an appetite for hollow-tips, feed you my gun

is that Ferrari F-50 shit, it's real laid back
Type shit you recline to in the
I got two suiters now, on the run the fuzz
You get the shit for ten bodies, you get for one 'cuz

I live life in the lane, 100 miles an hour
Chrome and wood grain
You know a nigga still really tryna cane
Make a lil' extra money on the side,

I ain't playin', I'm up early the birds word
Puttin' that work in, Pirelli's on the Porsche
I got a hundred mill from music, a hundred grand from
Goin' to see my jeweler, so I can blow a

Nigga you hustle but me I hustle
I got what you need, trees, that heart, that powder
My niggas we gee packs, on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of
You around if you wanna