Luyện nghe bài hát What Up Gangsta?

G-Unit (Bo!) We in (Bo!)
We can get the popping, we don't care (Bo! bo! bo!)
It's going down (Bo!) I'm around (Bo!)
50 Cent, you know how I gets

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What up, (What?)
What up, (What?)
What up, (What?)
What up,

They say I walk around like got an S on my
Naw, that's a semi-auto, and a vest on my
I try not to say nothing, the DA might want to play in
But I'll hunt or duck a nigga down, like it's a
Front on me, cut ya gun-butt ya or bump ya
You money? I can't get none with ya, then fuck ya
I'm not the to get knocked for D.W.I
I'm the type that'll kill your connect when the price rise
Gangstas, they my shit, them they know me
I grew up around some niggas not my homies
Hundred G's I it (what) the mack I blast it (yeah)
D's come we the diesel and battery acid
This been mastered, the ice I flash it
Jux me, I'll have your mama picking out casket, bastard
I'm on the level, Breitling baguette bezel
Benz to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, blood (what)

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We don't play
We don't play
We don't play (G-Unit)
We play around

I sit back, twist the bud, burn and wonder
When gangstas my shit, can they hear my hunger?
When the 5th kick, duck quick, it sounds thunder
In December I'll make your feel like summer
The rap say I can rhyme
The fiends say my dope is a nine, every chick I fuck is a dime
I'm Patti LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own
I lay my hat is my home, I'm a rolling stone
Cross my path I'll ya, thinking I won't touch ya
I'll have ass using a wheelchair, cane or crutches
Industry fuck us, in the hood they love us
Stomp a bone out your ass with some new Chuckers

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We don't play
We don't play
We don't play (G-Unit)
We don't around