Luyện nghe bài hát Smoke 50 Cent

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

50 Cent]
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 or die nigga

Get 'em Banks!

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

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

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

singing]
We got the
So make one wrong and you're dy-ing
no time for coppin 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 shit
Nuff rounds from that H-K, I don't play (uh-huh)
Move like I'm militant, on that gorilla shit
Moody, disrespectful, unruly, but niggas move me (yea)
I squeeze 'til I run out of ammo, if a problem it's handled
I have your people pourin our and lightin candles
You fuck around I blow your brains on my New Times
Run home, turn to the section and read your 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 go to your wake fam
Do body all banged up, you made a mistake man