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?)
up, Cuz? (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 in court
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 coke 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 dump the diesel and battery
This been mastered, the ice I flash it
Jux me, I'll have your mama out your casket, bastard
I'm on the level, Breitling baguette bezel
Benz pedal to the metal, hotter a tea kettle, blood (what)

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

I sit back, the best bud, burn and wonder
When gangstas bump my shit, can hear my hunger?
When the 5th kick, duck quick, it sounds thunder
In I'll make your 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
I lay my hat is my home, I'm a rolling stone
Cross my path crush ya, thinking I won't 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 some brand new Chuckers

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