Luyện nghe bài hát Smoke 50 Cent

[50
Yeah, I like the way this
This make me wanna (G-G-G-G, G-Unit!)
somethin, hahaha (G-UNIT!)

[Hook: 50
Nigga you shit on me, I on you
You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you
An eye for an eye
Survive the or die nigga

Get 'em Banks!

[Verse One: Lloyd Banks -
They can't me
I'm Lloyd Banks the one and
Not buddy, not your pal, not your ho-mey
But ain't a government that can control me
Oh no!!!

Uhh, I'm on that "Doggystyle" shit, man I don't a ho
Poppa 'round, so I had to let my brother know
stay at center, play the back and let your money grow
Most them niggas wouldn't be around if you was yo
Southside Jamaica yeah that's where I come from
If you see a nigga with me then more than one gun
Fly straight soldier, ain'tcha of bein the dumb one
Or are you satisfied bein nigga's Dun-Dunn
We all know friendships sour when you gettin it
Some niggas me in the hood, but I don't owe them niggas shit
Smilin all up my face like I don't know niggas sick
But I can care less, I'm on the and I'm gettin rich

[Verse Young Buck]
Walk it and talk it, spit it how I it nigga
Came from the country, Dirty South get it
Feds try and question me, they run up in my
They there was a shootin, but they found no shells
New York hell they throwin niggas under jails
I got for dem and I ain't even from dere
Now bust a shot for dem boys on da
I can feel pain nigga, I'm still in the game nigga
There's bout the sound of a trey-pound
That make me pull up, hop out, and make a lay down
See every time we 'round, you hear some go off
And get they chains snatched when they tryin to show off
Shootouts in day, we do it the mob way
And come to find out, niggas softer than Sade'
keep livin my life with a pistol in my palm
And a wrist full of ice, you can me a Don motherfucker

singing]
We got the
So make one wrong move and dy-ing
Ain't no time for coppin a and cry-ing
Cause my niggas gon' stop ridin'
So you

[Verse Three: 50
I got a handgun habit, nigga front I'll let you it
When the go off, cops sayin 50 back at it
I'm allergic to the feathers on bird-ass niggas (yea)
Front and I'll put your on that curb fast nigga
I ain't a marksman, one spark and I shit
rounds from that H-K, I don't play bitch (uh-huh)
Move like I'm militant, back on gorilla shit
Moody, disrespectful, unruly, but niggas move me (yea)
I squeeze 'til I run out of ammo, if it's a it's handled
I have your pourin our liquor and lightin candles
You fuck around I blow brains on my New York Times
Run home, turn to the section and read your mind
It's clear, you should feel when that gat bust
First there's crime scene tape, you end up in that black hearse
We go to funerals, but we'll go to your wake fam
Do your body all banged up, you a mistake man