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

[Verse 1: Ja
First off fuck the and the unit he claim
Dre partial, and eminem
Plus the world heard it before, tired of them
And they waiting for that thug from 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 don't know about my savages
kidnap you kid's, throw em over a bridge
Got to N-O-T-O-R-I-O-U-S
you just lay slow
I blaze out in the six while letting the go
I think "Big" as if I was wanted on row
We tha famous, murder inc we infamious
Fo' making bangers, and bangin' hammers,

[Chorus - Ja Rule And Child]
Change Gon' Come
[Black] I ain't gonna lie when the heat wave everbody gotta die
Change Gon' Come
[Black] You better believe it, we stoppin' niggaz from breathin, poppin niggaz leavin'
[Ja] Change Gon'
[Black] One way or another, we gangsta's from the gutta, we'll shoot ya then cut
[Ja] Change Gon'
[Black] Ja, you ain't 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 wanna
I'll go to jail fo' sending "50" to hell
If I lay down yayo going tell
Fatal' help him write his raps in brown
Black Child is Black now, Rule is crack
"IG" the boss of all bosses
making off music, murder, and torture
Who got what it for a coffin
Nigga you a dead man walking, is extortion
We organized crime everybody's
While all of ya'll dying when the ian's flyin'
the public, wanna polly about peace
Well fuck peace cause this nigga half
And Black child is half man beast
And I'm a give all ya'll niggaz a half a a piece

[Verse 3: Young
time to address the public
niggaz is frontin when we see them 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 like crip's and
And shit 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 everybody you wit jet the fuck off
You's gangsta, you sweet as ducksauce
D' no games, pop the fuck 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 the fifth ball
on Crenshaw

X2]

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