Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta'd Up

(What)
We in (What)
We can get the drama
We care (What, what, what)
going down (What)
'Cause I'm (What)
50 Cent, you how I gets down (Down)

[Chorus: 2X]
What up, (What)
What up, (What)
What up, (What)
What up,

1]
They say I walk like got an "S" on my chest
Naw, a semi-auto, and a vest on my chest
I try not to say nothing, the DA might want to play in
But I'll hunt or duck a down like it's sport
Front on me, cut ya, gun-butt ya or bump ya
You getting money? I none with ya then fuck ya
I'm not the type to get for D.W.I.
I'm the type that'll your connect when the coke price rise
Gangstas, they bump my shit they know me
I grew up around niggas that's not my homies
Hundred G's I stash it (what), the I blast it (yeah)
D's come we dump the diesel and battery
This been mastered, the ice I flash it
Chokes me, I'll have your mama picking out casket, bastard
I'm on the next level, right forget bezzle
Benz pedal to the metal, than a tea kettle, god (what)

[Chorus (1st w/o first "What up, Blood?") (2x)]

We play that
We play that
We play that (G-Unit)
We play around

2]
I sit back, twist the best bud, and wonder
When gangstas bump my shit, can they my hunger?
When the 5th kick, duck quick, it sounds thunder
In I'll make your block feel like summer
The rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my is a nine
Every chick I fuck with is a
I'm Patty LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own
Where I lay my hat is my home, I'm a rolling
my path I'll crush ya, thinking I won't touch ya
I'll have your ass a wheelchair, cane, or crutches
Industry hoe fuckers, in the they love us
a bone out your ass with some brand new chuckas

(2x)]

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