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

[Verse 1: Ja
First off fuck the snitch and the unit he
Dre partial, and eminem
Plus the world heard it before, they of them
And they waiting for thug shit from Rule' again
And Proof can bomb Proof your hummer
Put a vest on yourself and your
Teach ya to be scared of death of them
that like to put holes through chins'
In y'all don't know about my savages
They'll kidnap you kid's, throw em over a
Got em'reminiscing to
you lay down slow
I blaze out in the six while letting the go
I "Big" as if I was wanted on death row
We tha famous, murder inc we infamious
Fo' making bangers, and hammers, shit

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

[Verse 2: Black
As I sit back relax, cuttin' crack loadin'
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 tell
Fatal' will help him his raps in brown
Black Child is Black now, is crack sells
"IG" nigga the boss of all
making off music, murder, and torture
Who got what it cost for a
Nigga you a man walking, this is extortion
We crime everybody's crying
While all of ya'll dying when the stary flyin'
Down the public, wanna polly peace
fuck peace cause this nigga half police
And Black child is half man half
And I'm a give all ya'll niggaz a half a a piece

[Verse 3: Merc]
time to address the public
niggaz is like when we see them we ain't dumpin'
Shot's tryin lay down, homie it's nothin'
When you dealin' real gangstas
that a pop and erase ya, my dog's playin man
Whenever we see you we leaving you
And ain't no aftermath after shot's flare
we get it poppin' bang like crip's and blood's
And ain't change
I still keep a bandana and pack gun's

4: D.O. Cannons]
You better watch you mouth, fo' I rip yo off
And you wit gonna jet the fuck off
You's gangsta, you sweet as ducksauce
D' plays no games, pop the off
O' you want war, gon get clipped the fuck off
everybody you block is buzzed off
We got big ball's, pay off ten fo' walk the fifth ball
on Crenshaw

X2]

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