Luyện nghe bài hát 50 Shot Ya

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

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

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

That's the sound of the man, cockin' that thang, that
the sound of the man, clappin' 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 prayer for me if you care for me 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

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

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

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

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

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

They say you can never repay the 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 can't bang wit fifty

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

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

Give me a knife, I'll get rid of your neighborhood
Give me a minute, I'll take a car with a pully
See the hood is the deepest stole my innocence
Niggas jumped me 'cuz they couldn't beat me

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

And why you be man enough
To tell me where you're comin'

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

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

My heart is a homie, fear don't live here
Nigga 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 look in my eye, ya betta keep on steppin'
time on my cell floor, to sharpen my weapon
If you pussy I'ma smell you when you come here
Them in Pelican Bay couldn't live in my tier

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