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

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

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

[Verse 2: Black
As I sit back relax, cuttin' crack loadin'
I think about these sexy rappers that I clap
probably go to jail fo' sending "50" to hell
If I lay banks down going tell
Fatal' will help him write his in brown
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 dead man walking, is extortion
We organized everybody's crying
While all of ya'll dying when the stary flyin'
the public, wanna polly about peace
Well fuck peace cause this half police
And Black is half man half beast
And I'm a give all ya'll a half a clip a piece

[Verse 3: Merc]
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 ya, my dog's ain't playin man
we see you we leaving you there
And ain't no aftermath these shot's flare
Nigga we get it poppin' like crip's and blood's
And shit change
I still a bandana and pack gun's nigga

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

X2]

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