Luyện nghe bài hát Salute

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

(Mr. Porter!)

[Chorus: Pharoahe
I been shot, I been
I took all that I 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 really me apart
Cause I deserve a 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 a soldier's about, nigga you should salute me

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

Da 5'9"]
21
On the hip of 21 goons, salutin
Bloody is what murder money becomes
21 bodies on all 21
You the D and you don't fuck with me, you lame
The streets and the internet fuck 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 you up before they wet your lady up
Then shoot the bassinet to shut your baby up
And I'm in line the bread
I hold niggaz doin time in the feds
talk to 'em

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

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