Luyện nghe bài hát Salute

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

(Mr. Porter!)

[Chorus: Monch]
I been shot, I stabbed
I took all that I have to
And I never ran, never
Just so all you can live
I never thought there come a day
When my people would me away
And it really tears me
I deserve a Purple Heart
Nigga you should me, nigga you should salute me
you should salute me, nigga you should salute me
Nigga you should 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 down the for my semen
Ain't my y'all got stuck in it
Lately, it change the weather, one minute they love me
then they hate me; I'm through shenanigans
I don't care if ain't a fan of him
Can't checkmate a 8-figure nigga the moves of a mannequin
Talkin 'bout wan' go somewhere to meet me
Man they just go somewhere to meet me
Easy involve cops 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
funds is what murder money becomes
21 on all 21 guns
You the D and you don't fuck with me, you lame
The streets and the fuck with me the same
So later for that shit
nigga I'll smoke you, that's why they say I stay on that blunt shit
Niggaz'll you up before they wet your lady up
Then shoot the baby bassinet to shut your up
And I'm in line with the
I hold niggaz down time in the feds
talk to 'em

[Joell
greet a general
I'd have to take steps down to be on a
I am the 1-8 after the 7 do
Give it my all but you more, you lil' beggar you!
Mean terrible, I showed hip-hop anyone's edible
give somethin that's not respectable
Never spit somethin not incredible
Never sold my soul for numbers of the decimal
I done fucked up movements like palsy
You don't know me, pause me - I'll throw 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 land on your head and push it forward
Eastside Long Beach, I'm only pushin words
I a street massacre
You haters know I broke bread at least half of ya
Out of town, pound weed trafficker
Got niggaz rockin Beach fitteds in East Africa
I been stabbed, I shot, a imperfect part
Like my Grape Street I got a Purple Heart
I kill your bitch at the beauty salon on
They take a nap on your 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