Luyện nghe bài hát Whoo Kid Kayslay Shit!

[Intro - 50 - talking, breathing noises in background]
Hey pass that nigga, we gettin'
Yo, yo this is bomb shit right here man
50 can't even smoke motherfucker (ah haha, haha)

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I can't smoke weed, cause my PO me piss in a cup
Nigga go ahead, me, I'll fuck you up
I ain't talkin' about a fist fight, cut you up
Yo want stitches in yo grill motherfucker, then chill
As a young buck, niggas always I puff
Yousta see me go to school, on a bus (woo)
I'm a sped ed kid, I'm gettin' all paper (uh huh)
You should sit, scibble lines and see it take ya
Had violent tendencies, so thought I was dumb
Why the so called smart kids was guns
I about poppin' a gun, and then get the lump sum
Grampa my model, yousta suck on a bottle
A pint a Royal, make your insides boil
smell like Ben Gay, cause his back go out
He the one that taught me, what bein' black's
Now peep the on the walls, that fall and crawl on my friend's
Wrist, Sittin' up in Benz, to be in the pen
In the we hit the number, but never the lotto
Life in the lane, one wheel hit the pothole
Let's go, flow nigga

[Chorus - - 2X
War, what is it for absolutely nothin'
But keep frontin'
Fuck a nigga, live like a
Die like a

[Outro -
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, yeah
Right? Kayslay, Kid
50 Cent, new
My nigga Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo,
Niggas, niggas, "Rotten Apple"
And nigga shy money, fail nigga
Uh huh, ya