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

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

[Chorus - Ja Rule And Child]
[Ja] Change Come
[Black] I ain't lie when the heat wave high everbody gotta die
[Ja] Gon' Come
[Black] You better believe it, we stoppin' from breathin, poppin niggaz then leavin'
Change Gon' Come
[Black] One way or another, we gangsta's from the gutta, we'll shoot ya cut cha'
[Ja] Change Come
[Black] Ja, you ain't lie when the heat wave high everybody gotta die

[Verse 2: Black
As I sit back relax, cuttin' crack gats
I think these sexy rappers that I wanna clap
I'll probably go to fo' sending "50" to hell
If I lay banks yayo going tell
Fatal' will help him write his in brown
Black Child is now, Rule is crack sells
"IG" nigga the of all bosses
money off music, murder, and torture
Who got what it cost for a
you a dead man walking, this is extortion
We organized crime everybody's
While all of dying when the ian's stary flyin'
Down the public, wanna about peace
Well fuck peace cause nigga 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: Young
It's to address the public
niggaz is frontin like we see them we ain't dumpin'
tryin lay something down, homie it's nothin'
When you dealin' real gangstas
a pop and erase ya, my dog's 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 change
I still 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' no games, pop the fuck off
O' you want war, gon get clipped the fuck off
everybody know you is buzzed off
We got big ball's, pay off ten fo' with the fifth ball
on Crenshaw

X2]

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