Luyện nghe bài hát 300 Bars & Running

My mama me to Sam Goody's
I to buy a 50 Cent CD
I took that shit
That shit was wack like a
Don't with Game

I like 50
He reminds me
And Yayo is Blues Clues
And Lloyd is Dora the Explorer
They're my

I went down one of them Bodaga right there in Harlem
Got me a bootleg Lloyd Banks and Buck CD
that shit home, put it in my boom box
Thought I was bout to be on some radio shit
Man that sound like some Vanessa Williams '88
I mean cute but they say that bitch a man
So this Black Wallstreet for now
GGG-UNOT!

[The
300 and Runnin
Just loan me your for 15 minutes
with me

Here the breakdown, the doja, .45 in the holster
Hollow tips'll fold 'em, them niggaz they toy
Oh, boy colder than Hova unless he sober
Like I'm the president, but ain't the takeover
Now, there's the speaker, bring your ears a little
Before you call this a diss, and you Hova pissed
Why would I wanna do that? I'm just the new cat
That was taught if a nigga shots to shoot back
Defending his yard, standing his ground
I'm saying if you gonna retire, then hand me the
Nah, let Bleek do it, then throw him a in Madison square
Watch everybody through it
We can go bar for bar, I'll let the speak to 'em
they say? Bleek is over let Chris and Neef do it
They say the thing, I'ma smack 'em silly
What you thought? Them was the only that rapped in Philly?
See them niggaz with the soonies you wrapped in Philly
Then in groups like Beanie Mac in Philly
?? said Curtis in Philly
Make a U-turn, I go back to Philly
I forgot my cheese stake, that's I told the cops
So they get the dogs start searching for the glock
And I can't forget, B.I.G. got murdered by the
I was Ready To Die, when I heard that he was shot
What's beef? Beef is when I you on the spot
Labels signing many things, still for they Pac
I put purple on the
So I don't feel threatened when Ludacris say he for the #1 spot
Ask 50, it get on top
You can me or love me, but now the cops the only homies he got
When it's we eat, we win, but we ain't lonely we pop
You records but a GGG-u not!
big on the radio, to me you not
You can ask Mr. CCC who hot
Tony I bet 10 G's you flop
Run up on new 300 C you got
Stop I fall, hope the bleeding stop
And I hope you black out you see the cops
I ain't hot top for colors, I'm from Block
So I got my hot tops that make your breathing
I'm a gangsta rapper, check your CD shop
I'm like Elvis in there, they can't you dropped
Now I'm moving on up to and Weezy's spot
I picked up where my homeboy Eazy
I saw the west coast, put the shit on my
Aftermath on it, then loosened the strap
It get hot in here, let rap
Bring hell to niggaz Dre producing a track
Take it to the streets, put the duece to your hat
Then call up the pigs, tell them the rooster's
Call Jadakiss, him that duke is back
I'm still by your side, no matter who comes
Fuck Banks, it ain't about who can rap
It's when the ?? clap, is rufus back
I see you thinkin, you want me to die, is that so?
Now you leaning back, thanks to Fat Joe
We got reservations in heaven, you ready? go
Drop them off, the sound like Esko
I'm a say ?? if me and Dre
All Nas said was he had a ??
Now that's the eulogy, beef is foolish see
Niggaz their mouth about what the fuck they gon' do to me
But quit the yapping before I to clapping
And you gon' see the with plans of getting me captured
Even bars, I'm still gon' shine
I'm 10 years than Yayo, I get out, I'm fine
Then I go right back, nigga I pop
How you gon' drop Olivia, you only dimes
I you changed, when you started sleeping in that vest dog
I don't 50 Cent, my niggaz make collect calls
1-800-split a faggot wig
He got G-Unit wings, throw off the Queens Bridge
Now career is over, career is over
We in QB, CNN in the rover
T-O-N-Y, that's the NORE
You ain't the talk of New York, your is boring
Take that off ??, go back to PC
And tell 50 Cent you want a of Beef 3
I'm their ass out on DVD
You wanna rhyme like Lloyd repeat after me
I'm a G-Unit toy
On Sesame street voice overs
Bitch ass nigga need a rhyme dictionary, to rehearse his
Sound like Oscar the Grouch, with nursery rhymes
We was in the studio, I first got signed
He got stuck, he called 50 tryna borrow lines
That's the wrong nigga, when you need help with your
All he gon' tell you is say G-Unit one more
Got mad 'cause I ain't wanna make your beef
You got lucky Ja, why you ain't go at Shyne?
He freestyled from the pen, that's just the
Said he'd put you with your mom, and you ain't with that
you lied about your pops, he ain't never bust no cap
Like Father, Son, go ask Busta that
I knew from the I couldn't trust those cats
I'd kill 'em all, if I bring Justo back
The underground is mine, I treat it home
It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Jones
The underground is mine, I it like home
It's the reason niggaz saying my like Mike Jones
The underground is mine, I it like home
It's the reason niggaz saying my name Mike Jones
I
The underground is mine, I it like home
It's the niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones
And I'm far from Houston but you can it and screw it
Do whatever to it, but it in the store the shit
Gave 'em a hundred bars, ain't think I could do it
Came with two hundred, this is more than music
Even Dre knew it, boy hot like summer
Both ?? in the dirt, 300 Bars and
And I beef with any nigga, say my name motherfuck I'm
You can put it on if you want it
air you out on Drama King, Mike, or Clue
And watch them shits sell out a Air Jordon shoe
I told Funk Flex when I catch the nigga Kid
We see if he know how to DJ with bruised ribs
Don't hit me on the asking what you did
Get a gun or ask 50's to use his
Bloods gonna get ya
Bloods, Bloods gonna get ya for that chain
That 380 brains, when I pop shots
Outside NY, in of hip-hop cops
Or broad day in L.A., I'ma Em and Dre
This nigga my music, ain't nothing for him to say
Took me off my own songs, put it on his tapes
So take him out his house, put the beam on his face
Drop him off at Terror Squad, let him for the jakes
'cause when you fucking with Jayceon, you can bleed in the
For off niggaz on them CD's and tapes
Ask them to scratch a record, you see he fake
If 50 was Puffy, run and go get him a cheese cake
the DJ off your name, Mr. Instant replay
Not the replay
I mean the machine that G-Unit use every time 50 on stage like
Bitches only for your shit a lil bit
Niggaz only for your shit a lil bit
On my 50 helped me just a lil bit
on two songs, now back to some killer shit
My clips bananas, I a gorilla quick
Beating on your chest, I see to death, yep
Tell Ecko to make him a
Tell Reebock to him some boots
Get him a band, to cover the holes in his head
He a man for thinking he can walk through muddy waters like Redman
Banks blacked out and let the gun without a M-E-T-H-O-D Man
So the lieutenant gotta ask for his
Take my advice, wear air max for the ??
Unless you one of the Bloods, or a latin
if your left with the Aryans your ass will sting
And cell mate is a 25 to lifer
They stab you then ?? then fuck you on Rikers
And Goes On
Now back to the coward of the hour who and said he write my songs
He told Vibe Dre was gonna leave me on the
So he me all his hits, you should've kept them for yourself
Nigga stop acting before I stand over you
Show you how The Documentary live on top of The
Make a move I'm your ass to the last one
Ten shots from the Mack the rest in the passenger
Fase thats enough, let the coroner bag him up
in Makaveli and lift the doors on the Maganum
Gun smoking, Fase think I'm locin' up
Reverse the '05 hurse on 41st and traffic,
Hip-Hop on my left, but I pass 'em up
The Dodge got a hemmy in it, got a Remy in 'em
In and out of lanes like a New cab
I'm Mr. Ol' King, New York cab
Who's this fake nigga, on pictures with the nigga?
Got his crew 'cause he ain't the whole cake, nigga
He ain't Nas, ain't B.I.G., Jigga
If he Cube or Pac then who you got?
We getting of you talkin about who you shot
I'll use another six bars to you who you not
You ain't 50 Cent, he out like a gangsta
You went out with Vivica, three months wanksta
Get or Die Tryin, we thought you was hot
Now the same nigga wanna take us to the Shop
C'mon man, what to the thug?
Now you find in the club, him and Lloyd Banks hugging
Nigga got mad when The Game buzzing
So fuck making friends now I'm throwing slugs
Olivia about we a family, Game had to go
Nigga I'll that ho like I'm Jackie-O
'cause I don't be cool, I don't wanna be you
I don't wanna shake hands, or wear G-Unit shoes
Don't want you on my hooks, don't wanna be in your
wanna sit here and wait
To be gone, so I can head to the block
Fresh white airs and the matching socks fitted

Pull the brim low, if they get it
Bentley Coup on gold daytons, I was the first one it
times platinum, I done been there and did it
Came in the game and shitted, then my ass with it
They say the givth, if Lord take it away
So I a house on top of Hip-Hop, I'll wait for the day
Niggaz hating on me, they don't want Jayceon to
And the DA waiting on Jayceon to make a
So they can put me in the SWAT car and me away
Give me a odd job in the pen for pay
Let me out so I can drive down way
Pushing the rock, nah this ain't no Jay
The summer too hot, and I want the to stay
I'm a cold nigga when I put the pen to the page
Similar to them shells going into my
I 'em off to Dre, he turned them into granades
And Blaze, 'cause the boy got game
Like I my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain
Now to reality, my gun and my vest
And if diamonds are forever, then I'm Kanye
Take a look at my chest, a thou wet jacob
Whole crew got chains, a thou can't break 'em
And the flow is hot that wit Satan
And the only thing I got is Daytons
The hotter I get the willing to snake 'em
So soon as the beat drop, watch I take 'em
Swap meet, to get me some All-Stars
When Game in the house, they ??
'cause they heard about what on in D.C
Heard about Hot 97, my beef 50
Now me do he got a conscience?
I think not, 'cause if he did I be involved in this nonsense
be in Harlem, wouldn't be at this conference
I'd rather be rock, like ??
50 whispered in my ear, we still bonding
We ain't friends, I'm just acting like Bronson
Middle in the air, one hand on my Johnson
Hip-Hop on me like I'm the convict
What happened to the old school? I thought it was
Doug E. Fresh and Dana Day on the corner like
Now that common, it's more like Top Ramen
The flow is news, I throw it up like
And I shine like diamonds
kicked me out of G-Unit and I rebounded like Rodman
It's Aftermath, two feet in the pentition
I be mad, I ain't, I'm to stop I can't because
I'm in the hood politican, ??
And I keep a black .45 on the side of my denim
Chip on my shoulder I'm fresh outta prison
Dollar vision, blow a hundred thou like my wallet
Then like kid before the d-cup
getting money with my feet up
Chasing the throne, here my black Air
I said fuck Benzino and got the of The Source
Feel me? If not then I guess you kill me
But you gon' do that so motherfucker move back
I do B.I.G. and 'Pac impersonations on two tracks
When I wake the dead, remove hats
We y'all, can I get a hand clap?
Now back to rap, why I gotta strapped?
On that T-I-P, kill you ASAP
They won't know hole to patch up, when the ?? clap
I tried to spare you Young Buck, now it's for payback
It go, how you Cashville but you ain't got no cash nigga?
Say my name now that's fucking ass nigga
Kept your mouth and I gave you a pass nigga
Now I gotta lay you down the last nigga
Buck, buck, buck from my
nigga playing with his life, I might have to put him in heaven
Tryna play the game, shit up on the stereo
Prepare for burial, it's when I'm reincarnating
And you don't want that David you love your life
Get my Vibe, when war he pull out butter knifes
Muthafucker I'ma you who the gangsta
All you do is Inc., now who the wanksta?
Suge had you, you were stranded on Tha Row
Juve left you for dead and back to the NO
50 you on the tour bus and felt your little flow
Then he you temporary replacement for Yayo
You a bitch, and that's to swallow
And you got robbed for your G-Unit chain in Chicago
I call my nigga Jojo to get it
He had the shit in his hands, and you had the ten stacks
Picture that, I we was G-Unit
Then you ran and 50 that I did that shit
Ask C-Murder, the boy ain't to find
I told Monica I catch him The Boy is Mine
Take one of Brandy and pop
Watch his panties drop, I run inside the Candy Shop
you, 50, Banks, Yayo, and the cops
And Olivia, I for a man she hot
Now I'm running out of breath, like I beat boxed
Got 20 bars to go, lay it down like sheet
worry about the flow, the boy know he hot
Hurricanes in store November, fuck Reebocks
I'm fly like a Hummingbird on a top
The new Hov, the new B.I.G., the new 'Pac, I need spots
280 in, no getting me back
I'm yelling the world, on my victory lap
first it was Buddens, then it was Bleek
Now it's whoever motherfucker, yeah, who beef?
Now motherfucker, who wanna see me?
In the coffin, exhausted, resting in peace
You don't war nigga, you want peace
So give 'em the peace, (sp?)
Let 'em in peace
From to east the flow is outdatable, irreplacable
Lyrical homicide, hell is hot, I'm boxing Satan
And I slipped 'em the ace, you cannot 'em
If Eazy ever to return, I remain Jayceon
A king in the making, and the is for the taking
So I climb the top and put my stake in
Got the of the world on my shoulder
Not a nigga nor a hoodrat bitch can stop me taking it over
This is crack music, go get the baking
300 Bars and Runnin, nigga the is over
I'm gone...