Luyện nghe bài hát Salute

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

(Mr. Porter!)

Pharoahe Monch]
I been shot, I been
I all that I have to give
And I never ran, have
Just so all you can live
I never thought would come a day
my people would turn me away
And it tears me apart
Cause I a Purple Heart
Nigga you should salute me, you should salute me
you should salute me, nigga you should salute me
Nigga you should salute me, nigga you should me
I, I showed you what a about, nigga you should salute me

Budden]
Typical Joe Budden shit, ridiculed and it
The know I'm the dude that governed it
Paved the way for my sons, laid down the for my semen
my fault y'all got stuck in it
Lately, it change like the weather, one they love me
then hate me; I'm through with shenanigans
I care if dudes ain't a fan of him
checkmate a 8-figure nigga with the moves of a mannequin
Talkin 'bout wan' go somewhere to meet me
Man they just wan' go somewhere to me
Easy don't cops 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 with me, you lame
The and the internet fuck with me the same
So later for that shit
Cause I'll smoke you, that's why they say I stay on that blunt shit
Niggaz'll spray you up before they wet your up
Then shoot the baby bassinet to shut baby up
And I'm in line the bread
I hold down doin time in the feds
Pharoahe to 'em

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

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