Luyện nghe bài hát Salute

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

(Mr. Porter!)

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

[Joe
Joe Budden shit, ridiculed and lovin it
The hood know I'm the dude that it
Paved the way for my sons, down the cement for my semen
my fault y'all got stuck in it
Lately, it change like the weather, one minute love me
then hate me; I'm through with shenanigans
I don't care if ain't a fan of him
Can't checkmate a nigga with the moves of a mannequin
Talkin 'bout wan' go somewhere 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 you think you got locked in it?
Bitch!

Da 5'9"]
21
On the hip of 21 goons, salutin
Bloody funds is murder money becomes
21 bodies on all 21
You from the D and you don't fuck 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 they say I stay on that shit
Niggaz'll spray you up before they wet lady up
Then shoot the bassinet to shut your baby up
And I'm in with the bread
I niggaz down doin time in the feds
Pharoahe to 'em

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

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