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

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

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

[Verse 2: Black
As I sit relax, cuttin' crack loadin' gats
I think these sexy rappers that I wanna clap
probably go to jail fo' sending "50" to hell
If I lay banks down yayo tell
Fatal' will help him write his in brown
Black Child is Black now, is crack sells
"IG" the boss of all bosses
money off music, murder, and torture
Who got what it for a coffin
you a dead man walking, this is extortion
We organized crime crying
all of ya'll dying when the ian's stary flyin'
Down the public, wanna about peace
Well fuck peace this nigga half police
And Black child is half man half
And I'm a give all ya'll niggaz a a clip 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 down, homie it's nothin'
When you with real gangstas
that a pop and erase ya, my dog's playin man
Whenever we see you we you there
And ain't no aftermath after these flare
Nigga we get it bang like crip's and blood's
And ain't shit
I still keep a bandana and pack nigga

4: D.O. Cannons]
You better you mouth, fo' I rip yo face off
And you wit gonna jet the fuck off
ain't gangsta, you sweet as ducksauce
D' plays no games, pop the off
O' you want war, everybody gon get 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 what is all about?
2 ass motherfuckin quarters!