Luyện nghe bài hát Smoke 50 Cent

[50
Yeah, I the way this feel
This make me wanna (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]
can't hold me
I'm Lloyd the one and on-ly
Not your buddy, not your pal, not ho-mey
But a government around that can control me
Oh no!!!

Uhh, I'm on "Doggystyle" shit, man I don't love a ho
Poppa 'round, so I had to let my brother know
Never stay at center, play the back and let money grow
Most them niggas wouldn't be around if you was 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 bein the one
Or are you bein another 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 them niggas
all up my face like I don't know them niggas sick
But I can care less, I'm on the Island and I'm gettin

[Verse Young Buck]
Walk it and talk it, it how I live it nigga
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 under jails
I got love for dem and I ain't even dere
Now a shot for dem boys on da block
I can feel your pain nigga, I'm still in the 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
Shootouts in day, we do it the mob way
And to find out, these niggas softer than Sade'
I'mma keep livin my life a pistol in my palm
And a wrist of ice, you can call me a Don motherfucker

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

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