Luyện nghe bài hát Things Gon' Change / 2 Punk Ass Quarters [Skit]

[Verse 1: Ja
First off the snitch and the unit he claim
Fuck Dre partial, and
Plus the world heard it before, they tired of
And they waiting for that thug shit from again
And Proof can bomb Proof hummer then
Put a vest on yourself and your
Teach ya to be scared of death of them
Niggaz that like to put through chins'
In case y'all know about my savages
They'll you kid's, throw em over a bridge
Got em'reminiscing to
you just lay down
I out in the six while letting the fifth go
I "Big" as if I was wanted on death row
We tha famous, murder inc we infamious
Fo' making bangers, and bangin' hammers,

[Chorus - Ja Rule And Child]
[Ja] Change Come
I ain't gonna lie when the heat wave high everbody gotta die
[Ja] Change Come
[Black] You believe it, we stoppin' niggaz from breathin, poppin niggaz then leavin'
[Ja] Change Gon'
[Black] One way or another, we from the gutta, we'll shoot ya then cut cha'
Change Gon' Come
[Black] Ja, you ain't never lie when the wave high everybody gotta die

[Verse 2: Child]
As I sit back relax, crack loadin' gats
I think about these sexy rappers that I clap
I'll probably go to jail fo' "50" to hell
If I lay banks down yayo going
Fatal' will him write his raps in brown
Black Child is now, Rule is crack sells
"IG" nigga the of all bosses
making money off music, murder, and
Who got it cost for a coffin
Nigga you a dead man walking, this is
We organized crime crying
While all of ya'll dying the ian's stary flyin'
Down the public, wanna polly about
Well fuck peace cause nigga half police
And Black child is half man half
And I'm a give all ya'll niggaz a half a clip a

[Verse 3: Young
It's to address the public
niggaz is frontin like when we see them we ain't
Shot's tryin lay down, homie it's nothin'
When you with real gangstas
that a pop and erase ya, my ain't playin man
Whenever we see you we leaving you
And ain't no after these shot's flare
Nigga we get it poppin' bang like and blood's
And ain't shit
I still keep a bandana and pack nigga

4: D.O. Cannons]
You better watch you mouth, fo' I rip yo off
And everybody you wit jet the fuck off
You's ain't gangsta, you as ducksauce
D' no games, pop the fuck off
O' you war, everybody gon get clipped the fuck off
everybody know you is buzzed off
We got big ball's, pay off ten fo' walk the fifth ball
Bangin on

X2]

50 Cent? is what this is all about?
2 ass motherfuckin quarters!