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, they tired of
And waiting for that thug shit from Rule' again
And can bomb Proof your hummer then
Put a vest on and your child-ren
Teach ya to be of death of them muderin'
that like to put holes through chins'
In y'all 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 the fifth go
I think "Big" as if I was on death row
We tha world famous, inc we infamious
Fo' bangers, and bangin' hammers, shit

[Chorus - Ja Rule And Black
Change Gon' Come
[Black] I ain't gonna lie the heat wave high everbody gotta die
[Ja] Gon' Come
[Black] You better believe it, we niggaz from 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] Change Come
[Black] Ja, you ain't never lie when the heat high everybody gotta die

[Verse 2: Child]
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 going tell
Fatal' help him write his raps in brown
Black Child is now, Rule is crack sells
"IG" the boss of all bosses
making off music, murder, and torture
Who got it cost for a coffin
Nigga you a dead man walking, is extortion
We crime everybody's crying
While all of ya'll dying when the ian's flyin'
the public, wanna polly about peace
Well fuck peace cause this half police
And Black child is half man beast
And I'm a give all ya'll niggaz a half a a piece

[Verse 3: Merc]
It's time to address the
niggaz is frontin like when we see we ain't dumpin'
Shot's tryin lay something down, it's nothin'
When you with real gangstas
that a pop and erase ya, my dog's ain't man
Whenever we see you we you there
And ain't no aftermath these shot's flare
Nigga we get it bang like crip's and blood's
And shit change
I still keep a and pack gun's nigga

4: D.O. Cannons]
You better watch you mouth, fo' I rip yo off
And everybody you wit jet the fuck off
You's ain't gangsta, you as ducksauce
D' no games, pop the fuck off
O' you want war, gon get clipped the fuck off
know you block is buzzed off
We got big ball's, pay off ten fo' walk with the ball
Bangin on

X2]

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