Luyện nghe bài hát 50 Shot Ya

Yo, yo, yo
What the poppin' man
the Drama King man
Yo who there, who dat, who there
(Yeah, yeah, 50 Cent nigga)
Muthafucka, uh, Harlem to Queens
(What's up Heh, what's up nigga?)

And I'll smack the shit out your favorite DJ man
Y'all know the fuck it is man
(Yeah, yeah, and, and say somethin' ya nigga)
Yeah, street justice
(Yeah, go ahead, say something)
Yo, yo, it out fifty

You handle the rap niggas
handle the bitch-ass DJ niggas
(Alright, alright)
We bring justice to the game
(That's how we put it down)
Straight

the sound of the man, cockin' that thang, that thang
That's the sound of the man, that thang, thang
Yo, in my hood we was not to say who shot ya
See the flash, you the shot, you feel the burnin', I got ya

Say a for me if you care for me 'cuz I'm on the edge
I'm finna put a shell in a nigga
I a lot of ice, I dare you to scheme on it
The fifth got a grip and a beam on it

Homie took the hit on me couldn't shoot this
Say I'm now, but I look big in the coupe-dee
My Uzi out in L.A. done tripped and do the sets again
Got shot the fuck up to rob the wrong Mexicans

I write my lifestyle, y'all is cheaters
Your lines come from feds, and don diva
Oh, you the hand of death
why your name ain't preacher

If you a pimp kid, why them hoes don't treat ya
If you wanna ball Kirk
Now let me teach ya
This flow's God sent, it's bound to ya

Problem child, I'm familiar problems, I know how to solve 'em
Semi-automatic, luger tray, 'em, shoot 'em up, rob 'em
In the hood we starvin', you don't problems
child

And why can't you be man
To tell me where you're comin'

They say you can repay the price for takin' a man's life
I'm in debt with Christ, I done did that
I'm nice, y'all niggas hang wit fifty
Blaaat, y'all niggas can't wit fifty

Say I'm born to rhyme, there's a shell and a
Face and the cross, there's a bitch I tossed
See the wounds in my skin they a war of course
You can CNN for the, 'War Report'

See the got me ridin' with a sawed-off shottie
Catch you at the light, I blow ya ass off the
Man, niggas ain't gon' do me Sammy did Gotti
I do it myself, I need no help

me a knife, I'll get rid of your neighborhood bully
Give me a minute, take a fuckin' car with a pully
See the hood is the deepest stole my young
Niggas jumped me 'cuz they couldn't me one-on-one

Problem child, I'm with problems, I know how to solve 'em
Semi-automatic, tray, revolve 'em, shoot 'em up, rob 'em
In the we starvin', you don't want problems
child

And why can't you be man
To me where you're comin' from

I must've broke a mirror at and had bad luck for seven
'Cuz pops slid, mommy died before I turned
This cities split 'posed to let cats cross your path
The footprints in the is Satan carryin' your ass

I got, "God Understand Me" tattooed in my
I die, come back, I'ma tattoo it again
I'm the young buck let the gun buck
Roll the window and say, "'Sup up, niggas get ready to duck"

My is a house homie, fear don't live here
believe me when I say I don't care
Muslims mix a lot, God studied they
Even when my luck's hard I still my blessings

See that look in my eye, ya betta on steppin'
Spent on my cell floor, to sharpen my weapon
If you pussy I'ma smell you when you come around
boys in Pelican Bay couldn't live in my tier

Problem child, I'm with problems, I know how to solve 'em
Semi-automatic, luger tray, 'em, shoot 'em up, rob 'em
In the we starvin', you don't want problems
Problem