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 of them
And they waiting for that thug from Rule' again
And Proof can bomb your hummer then
Put a on yourself and your child-ren
Teach ya to be scared of death of muderin'
Niggaz that to put holes through chins'
In case don't know about my savages
They'll you kid's, throw em over a bridge
Got to N-O-T-O-R-I-O-U-S
you lay down slow
I blaze out in the six while the fifth go
I "Big" as if I was wanted on death row
We tha world famous, murder inc we
Fo' making bangers, and bangin' hammers,

[Chorus - Ja And Black Child]
[Ja] Gon' Come
[Black] I ain't lie when the heat wave high everbody gotta die
[Ja] Change 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 never lie when the heat wave high everybody gotta die

[Verse 2: Child]
As I sit back relax, cuttin' crack loadin'
I think about these sexy rappers that I wanna
I'll probably go to fo' sending "50" to hell
If I lay banks down yayo tell
Fatal' will help him write his raps in
Black Child is Black now, is crack sells
"IG" the boss of all bosses
making money off music, murder, and
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 when the ian's stary flyin'
Down the public, wanna polly about
Well fuck peace cause this half police
And Black child is man half beast
And I'm a all ya'll niggaz a half a clip a piece

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

[Verse 4: D.O.
You better watch you mouth, fo' I rip yo off
And everybody you wit jet the fuck off
You's ain't gangsta, you sweet as
D' plays no games, pop the off
O' you war, everybody gon get clipped the fuck off
know you block is buzzed off
We got big ball's, pay off ten fo' with the fifth ball
on Crenshaw

X2]

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