Luyện nghe bài hát What Up Gangsta?

G-Unit (Bo!) We in (Bo!)
We can get the drama popping, we don't (Bo! bo! bo!)
going down (Bo!) Cause I'm around (Bo!)
50 Cent, you know how I gets

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What up, (What?)
up, Cuz? (What?)
What up, (What?)
What up,

They say I walk like got an S on my chest
Naw, that's a semi-auto, and a on my chest
I try not to say nothing, the DA might to play in court
But I'll hunt or duck a nigga down, like it's a
Front on me, cut ya gun-butt ya or bump ya
You getting money? I can't get with ya, then fuck ya
I'm not the type to get for D.W.I
I'm the type that'll kill your when the coke price rise
Gangstas, bump my shit, them they know me
I grew up some niggas that's not my homies
Hundred G's I stash it (what) the I blast it (yeah)
D's we dump the diesel and battery acid
This flow's mastered, the ice I flash it
Jux me, have your mama picking out your casket, bastard
I'm on the next level, Breitling baguette
Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, (what)

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

I sit back, twist the best bud, and wonder
When gangstas my shit, can they hear my hunger?
When the 5th kick, duck quick, it like thunder
In December I'll make your block like summer
The rap critics say I can
The say my dope is a nine, every chick I fuck with is a dime
I'm Patti 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, thinking I touch ya
I'll have your ass using a wheelchair, or crutches
Industry hoes fuck us, in the they love us
Stomp a bone out ass with some brand new Chuckers

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