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 heard it before, tired of them
And they waiting for that thug shit from Rule'
And Proof can bomb your hummer then
Put a vest on yourself and your
Teach ya to be scared of death of muderin'
Niggaz that like to put holes chins'
In case y'all don't about my savages
They'll 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 world famous, murder inc we
Fo' making bangers, and bangin' hammers,

- Ja Rule And Black Child]
[Ja] Change Gon'
[Black] I ain't gonna lie when the heat wave high everbody die
[Ja] Change Gon'
[Black] You better believe it, we stoppin' niggaz from breathin, poppin then leavin'
Change Gon' Come
[Black] One way or another, we from the gutta, we'll shoot ya then cut cha'
[Ja] Change Come
[Black] Ja, you ain't never lie when the heat high everybody gotta die

2: Black Child]
As I sit back relax, cuttin' crack loadin'
I think about these sexy rappers that I wanna
probably 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 sells
"IG" nigga the of all bosses
money off music, murder, and torture
Who got it cost for a coffin
Nigga you a dead man walking, this is
We crime everybody's crying
While all of dying when the ian's stary flyin'
Down the public, wanna about peace
Well peace cause this nigga half police
And Black child is half man beast
And I'm a give all 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'
Shot's tryin lay down, homie it's nothin'
When you dealin' real gangstas
that a pop and erase ya, my dog's playin man
Whenever we see you we you there
And ain't no after these shot's flare
Nigga we get it poppin' bang like crip's and
And ain't shit
I still a bandana and pack gun's nigga

4: D.O. Cannons]
You watch you mouth, fo' I rip yo face off
And you wit gonna jet the fuck off
You's gangsta, you sweet as ducksauce
D' plays no games, pop the off
O' you want war, gon get clipped the fuck off
everybody know you block is off
We got big ball's, pay off ten fo' walk the fifth ball
Bangin on

X2]

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