Luyện nghe bài hát What Up Gangsta?

G-Unit (Bo!) We in (Bo!)
We can get the drama popping, we care (Bo! bo! bo!)
It's down (Bo!) Cause I'm around (Bo!)
50 Cent, you know how I down

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

They say I walk like got an S on my chest
Naw, that's a semi-auto, and a on my chest
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, I'll cut ya gun-butt ya or ya
You getting money? I get none with ya, then fuck ya
I'm not the type to get for D.W.I
I'm the type that'll your connect when the coke price rise
Gangstas, they my shit, them they know me
I grew up around some niggas not my homies
Hundred G's I stash it (what) the mack I it (yeah)
D's come we the diesel and battery acid
This flow's been mastered, the ice I it
Jux me, I'll your mama picking 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 play
We don't play
We don't that (G-Unit)
We don't play

I sit back, twist the bud, burn 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 your block 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 crush ya, I won't touch ya
I'll have ass using a wheelchair, cane or crutches
Industry hoes fuck us, in the they love us
Stomp a bone out your ass with some new Chuckers

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