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 that thug from Rule' again
And Proof can bomb Proof your then
Put a on yourself and your child-ren
ya to be scared of death of them muderin'
Niggaz that like to put through chins'
In case y'all don't know my savages
They'll you kid's, throw em over a bridge
Got em'reminiscing to
you lay down slow
I out in the six while letting 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]
Change Gon' Come
[Black] I ain't lie when the heat wave high everbody gotta die
[Ja] Gon' Come
[Black] You better believe it, we stoppin' niggaz from breathin, poppin niggaz then
[Ja] Gon' Come
[Black] One way or another, we gangsta's from the gutta, we'll shoot ya then cut
[Ja] Change Come
[Black] Ja, you never lie when the heat wave high everybody gotta die

2: Black Child]
As I sit back relax, cuttin' loadin' gats
I think about sexy rappers that I wanna clap
I'll probably go to jail fo' "50" to hell
If I lay banks down going tell
will help him write his raps in brown
Black Child is Black now, Rule is sells
"IG" the boss of all bosses
making off music, murder, and torture
Who got what it for a coffin
Nigga you a man walking, this is extortion
We crime everybody's crying
While all of ya'll dying when the ian's stary
the public, wanna polly about peace
Well fuck cause this nigga half police
And child is half man half beast
And I'm a give all ya'll niggaz a half a a piece

[Verse 3: Merc]
time to address the public
niggaz is frontin like we see them we ain't dumpin'
Shot's tryin lay something down, it's nothin'
you dealin' with real gangstas
that a pop and erase ya, my dog's playin man
we see you we leaving you there
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

4: D.O. Cannons]
You watch you mouth, fo' I rip yo face 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 war, everybody gon get clipped the fuck off
know you block is buzzed off
We got big ball's, pay off ten fo' walk with the fifth
Bangin on

X2]

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