Luyện nghe bài hát That's What's Up

G-Unit, G-Unit,
G-Unit, G-Unit,
G-Unit, G-Unit,
G-Unit, G-Unit,

nigga that's what's up
G-Unit that's what's up
G-Unit that's what's up

G-Unit that's what's up
G-Unit nigga what's up
G-Unit nigga that's up

I blast 50 Cent nigga that's up

now my life movin' to fast to stop and pray
See every now and then I smile not today
In my hood they let the choppers
Somebody probably got today
I named 'em pop when surfboard
You ain't me dawg

Only time you ya hood is on Monopoly boards
You grimey as birds on the top of ya Fords
You will, die by the gun if you ain't droppin' ya
I got tattoos as as lead marks
To me fucking is kinda like racin' and I always get a head
My of a sweet dream is a dead NARC
yesterday guns is blastin' with red darts

Beef, you a target 'cause when we at yo ass
Aladdin won't be the one the carpet
Man, you play wit' a ringer
I ain't a person
I'll give my next neighbor the finger
(Fuck you)

Even though I got the shit in the
I'm like a nigga that clothes
Bitch, I'm to get in ya draws
Man, I'll a whole clip in ya mans braids
Pussies love Nelly, he made it look cool to wear aids
I'm blowin' on haze

All of a sudden I'm gased, 'cause I'm on the radio and I wait
If you ain't up on
Banks is the name, G-Units the game
Now I know to keep low when the heat
I'll have niggas post up on ya block like I'm shootin' the throw
Still get the green from P-dro, better known as

I'm ghetto a patty ya egg roll
Yeah, they to stick me
They don't know the meanings is me
in wit Christina and Brittney
You only time at the mall
On New Years eve a drops around
The time as the ball
(Yeah)

G-Unit, G-Unit,
G-Unit, G-Unit,
G-Unit, G-Unit,
G-Unit, G-Unit,

nigga that's what's up
G-Unit that's what's up
G-Unit nigga that's up

G-Unit that's what's up
G-Unit that's what's up
G-Unit nigga that's up
That's up

Keep thinkin' I'm candy ain't sweet about me
Nigaas talkin' in the pens and in the about me
Some jake, tryin' to watch every I make
'Cause my Deez'll make fiends do the up-town

I'm a pro, far a amateur
Holdin' more keys your fuckin' janitor
They say, "God bless the child could hold his own"
You pay cops to hold you down, I hold the chrome

Every breath I take, every step I take, every I make
I got a on my hip
You gotta like or love me but you gone respect me
You need a fifth and 2 to try and check me
12 in the afternoon we can start the

Look homie I'm down for day-time action
Keep thinkin' a game time in front of ya home
Get the drop on that ass and shot ya bones
(Yeah)

G-Unit, G-Unit,
G-Unit, G-Unit,
G-Unit, G-Unit,
G-Unit, G-Unit,

nigga that's what's up
G-Unit nigga what's up
G-Unit nigga what's up

G-Unit nigga what's up
G-Unit nigga that's up
G-Unit that's what's up

Listen boy, be the real McCoy
hoes see the new toy, they jump for joy
And even the kid rappin'
I still got fiens in the puffin' on that Magic Dragon
My guns under my pillow, I sleep wit' my on
Every single me and my mack get our groove on

Don't get on
'Cause I shoot through your bicepts triceps
Then breeze through ya when the coke come back
It's the China White and the D don't us in a bag a rice
Let's O T and burn the tape

I got this bad mommy, her a sperm bank
Yayo be a fearless man
I donate my heart to niggas that ran
And those niggas in the hood don't wanna see me
They rather see my moms make funeral
I got enough rhymes, to fill 6

I been spittin' that shit ever since crushed
You can me on your T.V. and radio at the same time
I never ever say the same rhyme, it's 2 times
Beware of my wraith, I'm gone school you niggas, prepare for
Yo I peep where your puns at, peep where you pumped
you tryin' to stack I spent it on blunt wraps

Word to my mother nigga 50 fuckin' Cent nigga, nigga
We about to this industry man
Y'all better know, y'all niggas better fear us nigga
Word to my mother nigga, fuck y'all wanna do
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Lloyd nigga