Luyện nghe bài hát Smoke 50 Cent

[50
Yeah, I the way this feel
This make me just (G-G-G-G, G-Unit!)
Buck somethin, (G-UNIT!)

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

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 ho-mey
But ain't a government around can control me
Oh no!!!

Uhh, I'm on that "Doggystyle" shit, man I don't a ho
Poppa wasn't 'round, so I had to let my brother
Never stay at center, play the and let your money grow
them niggas wouldn't be around if you was bummy yo
Southside Jamaica neighbor yeah where I come from
If you see a nigga with me then there's 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 sour you gettin it
Some niggas hate me in the hood, but I don't owe them shit
Smilin all up my face like I don't know them sick
But I can care less, I'm on the and I'm gettin rich

[Verse Young Buck]
Walk it and talk it, it how I live it nigga
Came from the country, South get it nigga
Feds try and me, they run up in my ho-tel
said there was a shootin, but they found no shells
New York City hell they throwin niggas under
I got love for dem and I even from dere
Now bust a for dem boys on da block
I can feel your pain nigga, I'm in the game nigga
somethin bout the sound of a trey-pound
That me pull up, hop out, and make a nigga lay down
See every time we 'round, you some shots go off
And niggas get they chains snatched they tryin to show off
in broad day, we do it the mob way
And come to out, these niggas softer than Sade'
I'mma keep my life with a pistol in my palm
And a wrist of ice, you can call me a Don motherfucker

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

[Verse Three: 50
I got a handgun habit, nigga I'll let you have it
When the shots go off, cops 50 back at it
I'm allergic to the on these bird-ass niggas (yea)
Front and I'll put brains on that curb fast nigga
I ain't a marksman, one spark and I shit
Nuff rounds 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 problem handled
I have your pourin our liquor and lightin candles
You fuck around I blow your brains on my New York
Run home, turn to the sports and read your mind
crystal clear, you should feel when that gat bust
First there's crime scene tape, then you end up in that black
We don't go to funerals, but we'll go to wake fam
Do your all banged up, you made a mistake man