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!) Cause I'm (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 hunt or duck a nigga down, like it's a sport
Front on me, cut ya gun-butt ya or bump ya
You getting money? I get none with ya, then fuck ya
I'm not the to get knocked for D.W.I
I'm the that'll kill your connect when the coke price rise
Gangstas, they 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 flow's been mastered, the ice I it
Jux me, I'll have mama picking out your casket, bastard
I'm on the next level, Breitling bezel
Benz pedal to the metal, hotter a tea kettle, blood (what)

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

I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and
gangstas 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 dope is a nine, every chick I fuck is a dime
I'm like LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own
Where I lay my hat is my home, I'm a rolling
Cross my path I'll crush ya, thinking I touch ya
have your ass using a wheelchair, cane or crutches
Industry hoes fuck us, in the hood they us
Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new

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