Luyện nghe bài hát Smoke 50 Cent

[50
Yeah, I the way this feel
make me wanna just (G-G-G-G, G-Unit!)
Buck somethin, (G-UNIT!)

50 Cent]
Nigga you shit on me, I on you
You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you
An eye for an eye
Survive the shots or die

Get 'em Banks!

[Verse One: Banks - singing]
They can't me
I'm Lloyd the one and on-ly
Not your buddy, not your pal, not ho-mey
But ain't a government that can control me
Oh no!!!

Uhh, I'm on "Doggystyle" shit, man I don't love a ho
Poppa wasn't 'round, so I had to let my brother
Never stay at center, play the back and let money grow
Most niggas wouldn't be around if you was bummy yo
Southside Jamaica neighbor yeah that's where I come
If you see a nigga with me then more than one gun
Fly soldier, ain'tcha tired of bein the dumb one
Or are you satisfied bein another Dun-Dunn
We all know friendships sour when you gettin it
Some niggas me in the hood, but I don't owe them niggas shit
Smilin all up my face I don't know them niggas sick
But I can less, I'm on the Island and I'm gettin rich

[Verse Two: Young
it and talk it, spit it how I live it nigga
Came from the country, Dirty get it nigga
Feds try and me, they run up in my ho-tel
said there was a shootin, but they found no shells
New York City hell they niggas under jails
I got love for dem and I ain't even from
Now bust a for dem boys on da block
I can feel your pain nigga, I'm still in the nigga
There's somethin bout the of a trey-pound
make me pull up, hop out, and make a nigga lay down
See every we 'round, you hear some shots go off
And niggas get chains snatched when they tryin to show off
in broad day, we do it the mob way
And come to find out, these softer than Sade'
keep livin my life with a pistol in my palm
And a wrist full of ice, you can call me a Don

singing]
We got the
So make one move and you're dy-ing
Ain't no for coppin a plea and cry-ing
Cause my niggas ain't stop ridin'
So you

[Verse 50 Cent]
I got a handgun habit, nigga front I'll let you it
When the shots go off, sayin 50 back at it
I'm allergic to the feathers on these niggas (yea)
Front and I'll put your brains on that fast nigga
I ain't a marksman, one and I spray shit
Nuff rounds from that H-K, I don't play (uh-huh)
Move I'm militant, back on that gorilla shit
Moody, disrespectful, unruly, but niggas can't me (yea)
I squeeze 'til I run out of ammo, if a problem it's handled
I have your people pourin our liquor and lightin
You fuck around I blow your brains on my New York
Run home, turn to the sports and read your mind
It's crystal clear, you should when that gat bust
First crime scene tape, then you end up in that black hearse
We don't go to funerals, but we'll go to your fam
Do body all banged up, you made a mistake man