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 for that thug shit from Rule' again
And Proof can bomb Proof your hummer
Put a vest on yourself and child-ren
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 to N-O-T-O-R-I-O-U-S
you just lay slow
I out in the six while letting the fifth go
I think "Big" as if I was on death row
We tha world famous, murder inc we
Fo' making bangers, and hammers, shit

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

[Verse 2: Black
As I sit back relax, crack loadin' gats
I think about these sexy rappers I wanna clap
I'll go to jail fo' sending "50" to hell
If I lay banks down yayo tell
Fatal' will him write his raps in brown
Black Child is Black now, Rule is sells
"IG" the boss of all bosses
making money off music, murder, and
Who got what it cost for a
Nigga you a man walking, this is extortion
We organized crime crying
While all of ya'll dying when the ian's flyin'
Down the public, wanna about peace
Well fuck peace cause this half police
And Black child is half man beast
And I'm a give all ya'll 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 something down, homie nothin'
When you with real gangstas
a pop and erase ya, my dog's ain't playin man
Whenever we see you we leaving you
And ain't no after these shot's flare
Nigga we get it bang like 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
ain't gangsta, you sweet as ducksauce
D' plays no games, pop the off
O' you want war, everybody gon get clipped the off
everybody you block is buzzed off
We got big ball's, pay off ten fo' walk the fifth ball
Bangin on

X2]

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