Luyện nghe bài hát Smoke 50 Cent

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

[Hook: 50
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 or die nigga

Get 'em Banks!

[Verse Lloyd Banks - singing]
can't hold me
I'm Lloyd Banks the one and
Not your buddy, not your pal, not your
But ain't a government that can control me
Oh no!!!

Uhh, I'm on that "Doggystyle" shit, man I don't a ho
wasn't 'round, so I had to let my brother know
Never stay at center, the back and let your money grow
Most niggas wouldn't be around if you was bummy yo
Southside Jamaica neighbor that's where I come from
If you see a nigga with me then there's than one gun
Fly straight soldier, ain'tcha of bein the dumb one
Or are you satisfied another nigga's Dun-Dunn
We all know turnin sour when you gettin it
Some hate me in the hood, but I don't owe them niggas shit
Smilin all up my face like I 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 South get it
Feds try and question me, run up in my ho-tel
They there was a shootin, but they found no shells
New City hell they throwin niggas under jails
I got for dem and I ain't even from dere
Now a shot for dem boys on da block
I can feel pain nigga, I'm still in the game nigga
There's somethin bout the sound of a
make me pull up, hop out, and make a nigga lay down
See every time we 'round, you hear some go off
And niggas get they chains snatched when they tryin to off
in broad day, we do it the mob way
And come to find out, these niggas softer Sade'
I'mma keep livin my life with a in my palm
And a full of ice, you can call me a Don motherfucker

[Interlude:
We got the
So make one move and you're dy-ing
Ain't no for coppin a plea and cry-ing
my niggas ain't gon' stop ridin'
So you

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