Luyện nghe bài hát Whoo Kid Kayslay Shit!

[Intro - 50 Cent - talking, noises in background]
Hey that nigga, we gettin' high
Yo, yo this is some bomb shit here man
50 can't even this motherf**ker (ah haha, haha)

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I can't smoke weed, my PO make me piss in a cup
Nigga go ahead, me, I'll f**k you up
I ain't about a fist fight, I'll cut you up
Yo want stitches in yo grill motherf**ker, then chill
As a young buck, niggas knew I puff
Yousta see me go to school, on a bus (woo)
I'm a sped ed kid, I'm all this paper (uh huh)
You should sit, scibble and see where it take ya
Had violent tendencies, so they thought I was
Why the so called smart was poppin' guns
I think about poppin' a gun, and get the lump sum
Grampa my role model, yousta suck on a
A pint a Crown Royal, make your boil
Been smell Ben Gay, cause his back go out

He the one that taught me, what bein' about
Now peep the on the walls, that fall and crawl on my

Wrist, Sittin' up in Benz, to be in the pen
In the hood we hit the number, but the lotto
in the fast lane, one wheel hit the pothole
Let's go, let's nigga

[Chorus - - 2X
War, what is it good for nothin'
But keep frontin'
F**k a nigga, like a soldier
Die a soldier

- Talking]
War, state of nigga
You see me pop off
Ain't no peace talk, bitch ass
Fake gangsta nigga, you want to nigga (yeah)
You don't seem nigga, nigga
Right? Kayslay, Kid
50 Cent, new
My nigga Lloyd Banks, Yayo, G-Unit
Niggas, niggas, Apple'
And shy money, ain't fail nigga
Uh huh, ya