Luyện nghe bài hát What Up Gangsta?

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

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

They say I walk like 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 to play in court
But I'll or duck a nigga down, like it's a sport
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 kill your connect when the coke rise
Gangstas, they bump my shit, them know me
I grew up around some niggas that's not my
Hundred G's I stash it (what) the I blast it (yeah)
D's come we the diesel and battery acid
flow's been mastered, the ice I flash it
Jux me, I'll have your mama picking out your casket,
I'm on the next level, Breitling baguette
Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, (what)

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

I sit back, twist the bud, burn and wonder
When gangstas bump my shit, can hear my hunger?
the 5th kick, duck quick, it sounds like thunder
In December I'll make your feel like summer
The rap say I can rhyme
The fiends say my dope is a nine, chick I fuck with is a dime
I'm like 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
have your ass using a wheelchair, cane or crutches
Industry hoes us, in the hood they love us
a bone out your ass with some brand new Chuckers

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