Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta'd Up

(What)
We in (What)
We can get the popping
We don't (What, what, what)
going down (What)
'Cause I'm (What)
50 Cent, you know how I gets (Down)

[Chorus: 2X]
What up, (What)
up, 'cause? (What)
What up, (What)
What up,

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

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

We don't play
We play that
We don't that (G-Unit)
We play around

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

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