Luyện nghe bài hát Smoke 50 Cent

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

[Hook: 50
you shit 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 One: Lloyd Banks -
They can't 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 love a ho
Poppa 'round, so I had to let my brother know
Never stay at center, the back and let your money grow
Most niggas wouldn't be around if you was bummy yo
Southside Jamaica neighbor that's where I come from
If you see a nigga with me then there's than one gun
Fly straight soldier, ain'tcha tired of bein the one
Or are you satisfied bein another nigga's
We all know turnin sour when you gettin it
Some niggas hate me in the hood, but I owe them 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 Two: Buck]
it and talk it, spit it how I live it nigga
Came the country, Dirty 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 jails
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
There's somethin bout the sound of a
That make me up, hop out, and make a nigga lay down
See every time we 'round, you 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 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

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

[Verse 50 Cent]
I got a handgun habit, nigga front let you have it
When the shots go off, cops 50 back at it
I'm allergic to the feathers on 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 that H-K, I don't play (uh-huh)
like I'm militant, back on that gorilla shit
Moody, disrespectful, unruly, but niggas move me (yea)
I squeeze 'til I run out of ammo, if it's a problem it's
I have your people pourin our liquor and candles
You fuck around I blow your on my New York Times
Run home, to the sports section and read your mind
It's crystal clear, you 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 your fam
Do your body all up, you made a mistake man