Luyện nghe bài hát Smoke 50 Cent

[50
Yeah, I the way this feel
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 Lloyd Banks - singing]
can't hold me
I'm Lloyd the one and on-ly
Not your buddy, not your pal, not your
But ain't a government around can control me
Oh no!!!

Uhh, I'm on "Doggystyle" shit, man I don't love a ho
Poppa wasn't 'round, so I had to let my know
Never at center, play the back and let your money grow
Most niggas wouldn't be around if you was bummy yo
Southside Jamaica neighbor yeah that's I come from
If you see a nigga me then there's more than one gun
Fly straight soldier, ain'tcha tired of the dumb one
Or are you satisfied bein nigga's Dun-Dunn
We all know friendships turnin when you gettin it
Some niggas hate me in the hood, but I don't owe niggas shit
Smilin all up my face like I know them niggas sick
But I can care less, I'm on the Island and I'm rich

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

[Interlude:
We got the
So make one wrong move and dy-ing
Ain't no time for a plea and cry-ing
Cause my niggas gon' stop ridin'
So you

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