Luyện nghe bài hát What Up Gangsta?

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

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What up, (What?)
up, Cuz? (What?)
What up, (What?)
up, gangsta?

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

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

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

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