Luyện nghe bài hát Salute

[Intro: 50 Cent
Fix motherfuckin face nigga!
Look at these chimpanzees
Bunch of monkeys...

(Mr. Porter!)

[Chorus: Monch]
I been shot, I stabbed
I took all that I have to
And I never ran, have
so all you niggaz can live
I never thought there would a day
When my would turn me away
And it really tears me
Cause I deserve a Purple
Nigga you should me, nigga you should salute me
Nigga you should salute me, nigga you salute me
Nigga you salute me, nigga you should salute me
I, I showed you what a soldier's about, you should salute me

Budden]
Typical Joe shit, ridiculed and lovin it
The hood know I'm the dude that it
the way for my sons, laid down the cement for my semen
Ain't my y'all got stuck in it
Lately, it change like the weather, one they love me
then they hate me; I'm with shenanigans
I don't care if ain't a fan of him
Can't checkmate a 8-figure nigga the moves of a mannequin
Talkin 'bout they wan' go somewhere to me
Man they just wan' go to meet me
Easy don't involve in it
Got the key to my city, how the you think you got locked in it?
Bitch!

Da 5'9"]
21
On the hip of 21 goons, salutin
Bloody funds is what money becomes
21 on all 21 guns
You from the D and you don't fuck with me, you
The and the internet fuck with me the same
So later for punk shit
Cause nigga I'll smoke you, that's why say I stay on that blunt shit
Niggaz'll spray you up before wet your lady up
Then shoot the bassinet to shut your baby up
And I'm in line with the
I hold niggaz down doin time in the
talk to 'em

[Joell
greet a general
I'd have to take steps to be on a pedestal
I am what the 1-8 the 7 do
Give it my all but you more, you lil' beggar you!
Mean terrible, I showed hip-hop anyone's edible
give somethin that's not respectable
Never spit somethin not incredible
Never sold my for numbers left of the decimal
I done fucked up movements cerebral palsy
You don't know me, pause me - I'll throw lead at you
Mean I e'ry stripe and you know it
you see me put yo' hand on yo' head and push it forward

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Before shots on your head and push it forward
Eastside Long Beach, I'm pushin four words
I organize a street
You haters know I bread with at least half of ya
Out of town, hundred pound trafficker
Got rockin Long Beach fitteds in East Africa
I been stabbed, I been shot, a part
Like my Grape Street niggaz I got a Purple
I kill your at the beauty salon on Windham
They take a nap on your lawn on a Vuitton pillow
for you to run out and say somethin
Come out your face frontin, dumb out and somethin
Bloaw! So now