Luyện nghe bài hát Salute

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

(Mr. Porter!)

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

[Joe
Typical Joe shit, ridiculed 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 y'all got stuck in it
Lately, it like the weather, one minute they love me
they hate me; I'm through with shenanigans
I care if dudes ain't a fan of him
Can't checkmate a 8-figure with the moves of a mannequin
Talkin 'bout they wan' go to meet me
Man they just go somewhere 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, salutin
Bloody funds is what 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 that shit
Cause nigga I'll smoke you, why they say I stay on that blunt shit
Niggaz'll you up before they wet your lady up
Then the baby 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 steps 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 it's terrible, I showed hip-hop edible
Never give somethin not respectable
Never somethin that's not incredible
Never sold my soul for numbers left of the
I done fucked up movements like cerebral
You don't me, don't pause me - I'll throw lead at you
Mean I 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 head and push it forward
Eastside Long Beach, I'm only pushin four
I organize a massacre
You haters know I bread with at least half of ya
Out of town, pound weed trafficker
Got niggaz rockin Long Beach fitteds in Africa
I been stabbed, I shot, a imperfect part
my Grape 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
for you to run out and say somethin
Come out your frontin, dumb out and spray somethin
Bloaw! So now