Luyện nghe bài hát Salute

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

(Mr. Porter!)

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

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

Da 5'9"]
21
On the hip of 21 goons, 21-gun
Bloody funds is what money becomes
21 on all 21 guns
You the D and you don't fuck with me, you lame
The streets and the internet with me the same
So for that punk shit
Cause nigga I'll smoke you, why they say I stay on that blunt shit
Niggaz'll spray you up before they wet 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
Pharoahe to 'em

[Joell
Properly a general
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 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 numbers left of the
I fucked up movements like cerebral palsy
You don't know me, don't pause me - I'll lead at you
Mean I earned e'ry stripe and you it
When you see me put yo' on yo' head and push it forward

I]
Before shots land on your head and it forward
Eastside Long Beach, I'm only four words
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 Beach fitteds in Africa
I stabbed, I been shot, a imperfect part
Like my Street niggaz I got a Purple Heart
I kill your bitch at the salon on Windham
They take a nap on your lawn on a Louis pillow
Waitin for you to run out and say
Come out face frontin, dumb out and spray somethin
Bloaw! So now