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 on me, I shit on you
You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you
An eye for an eye
the shots or die nigga

Get 'em Banks!

[Verse One: Banks - singing]
They can't me
I'm Banks 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 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 back and let your grow
Most them niggas be around if you was bummy yo
Southside Jamaica neighbor yeah that's I come from
If you see a with 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 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 Island and I'm gettin

[Verse Two: Buck]
Walk it and talk it, it how I live it nigga
Came from the country, Dirty 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 under jails
I got love for dem and I ain't even from
Now bust a shot for dem on da block
I can feel your pain nigga, I'm in the game nigga
There's somethin the sound of a trey-pound
That make me pull up, hop out, and make a nigga lay
See every we 'round, you hear some shots go off
And niggas get they chains when they tryin to show off
Shootouts in day, we do it the mob way
And come to find out, niggas softer than Sade'
I'mma keep livin my life a pistol in my palm
And a wrist full of ice, you can me a Don motherfucker

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

[Verse 50 Cent]
I got a handgun habit, front I'll let you have it
When the shots go off, cops sayin 50 at it
I'm allergic to the on these bird-ass niggas (yea)
Front and I'll put your brains on that curb fast
I ain't a marksman, one and I spray shit
Nuff rounds from that H-K, I play bitch (uh-huh)
like I'm militant, back on that gorilla shit
Moody, disrespectful, unruly, but niggas can't 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 your brains on my New York
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, then you end up in black hearse
We don't go to funerals, but we'll go to wake fam
Do your body all up, you made a mistake man