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

[Verse 1: Ja
First off the snitch and the unit he claim
Dre partial, and eminem
Plus the world it before, they tired 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 of them muderin'
Niggaz that like to put holes through
In y'all don't know about my savages
kidnap 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 think "Big" as if I was wanted on row
We tha world famous, inc we infamious
Fo' bangers, and bangin' hammers, shit

- Ja Rule And Black Child]
[Ja] Gon' Come
[Black] I 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 leavin'
[Ja] Gon' Come
[Black] One way or another, we gangsta's the gutta, we'll shoot ya then cut cha'
[Ja] Gon' Come
[Black] Ja, you ain't never lie when the heat wave everybody gotta die

[Verse 2: Child]
As I sit back relax, cuttin' loadin' gats
I think these sexy rappers that I wanna clap
I'll probably go to jail fo' "50" to hell
If I lay banks yayo going tell
Fatal' will help him write his raps in
Child is Black now, Rule is crack sells
"IG" nigga the of all bosses
money off music, murder, and torture
Who got it cost for a coffin
you a dead man walking, this is extortion
We organized crime crying
all of ya'll dying when the ian's stary flyin'
Down the public, polly about peace
Well fuck peace 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: Young
It's to address the public
niggaz is frontin when we see them we ain't dumpin'
Shot's tryin lay something down, homie nothin'
you dealin' with real gangstas
that a pop and erase ya, my ain't playin man
Whenever we see you we you there
And ain't no aftermath these shot's flare
we get it poppin' bang like crip's and blood's
And shit change
I still a bandana and pack gun's nigga

4: D.O. Cannons]
You better you mouth, fo' I rip yo face off
And everybody you wit gonna jet the off
ain't gangsta, you sweet as ducksauce
D' plays no games, pop the 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 with the ball
Bangin on

X2]

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