Luyện nghe bài hát Salute

[Intro: 50 sample]
Fix your face nigga!
Look at fuckin chimpanzees
Bunch of monkeys...

(Mr. Porter!)

[Chorus: Pharoahe
I shot, I been stabbed
I took all that I to give
And I never ran, have
Just so all you niggaz can
I thought there would come a day
When my people would turn me
And it really me apart
Cause I deserve a Heart
Nigga you should me, nigga you should salute me
you should salute me, nigga you should salute me
Nigga you salute me, nigga you should salute me
I, I showed you what a soldier's about, nigga you should me

Budden]
Typical Joe Budden shit, ridiculed and it
The hood I'm the dude that governed it
Paved the way for my sons, laid down the cement for my
Ain't my fault y'all got in it
Lately, it change like the weather, one minute they me
then hate me; I'm through with shenanigans
I don't if dudes ain't a fan of him
Can't checkmate a nigga with the moves of a mannequin
'bout they wan' go somewhere to meet me
Man they just wan' go to meet me
Easy don't involve 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, 21-gun
Bloody funds is what murder money
21 bodies on all 21
You from the D and you don't fuck me, you lame
The streets and the internet with me the same
So later for that punk
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 baby bassinet to shut baby up
And I'm in line with the
I hold niggaz down doin in the feds
Pharoahe to 'em

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

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