Luyện nghe bài hát Smoke 50 Cent

[50
Yeah, I like the way feel
This me wanna just (G-G-G-G, G-Unit!)
somethin, hahaha (G-UNIT!)

[Hook: 50
you shit on me, I shit on you
You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you
An eye for an eye
the shots or die nigga

Get 'em Banks!

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

Uhh, I'm on that "Doggystyle" shit, man I love a ho
Poppa 'round, so I had to let my brother know
stay at center, play the back and let your money grow
Most them niggas be around if you was bummy yo
Southside Jamaica neighbor that's where I come from
If you see a nigga me then there's more than one gun
Fly straight soldier, tired of bein the dumb one
Or are you satisfied another nigga's Dun-Dunn
We all know friendships turnin sour when you it
Some niggas hate me in the hood, but I don't owe them shit
all up my face like I don't know them niggas sick
But I can less, I'm on the Island and I'm gettin rich

[Verse Young Buck]
Walk it and talk it, spit it how I it nigga
Came from the country, South get it nigga
Feds try and me, they run up in my ho-tel
They said there was a shootin, but they no shells
New York hell they throwin niggas under jails
I got love for dem and I ain't from dere
Now bust a shot for dem boys on da
I can feel your nigga, I'm still in the game nigga
There's somethin bout the of a trey-pound
That make me pull up, hop out, and make a nigga lay
See every time we 'round, you hear shots go off
And niggas get they chains snatched when they to show off
Shootouts in day, we do it the mob way
And come to find out, these niggas than Sade'
keep livin my life with a pistol in my palm
And a wrist full of ice, you can me a Don motherfucker

singing]
We got the
So make one wrong move and dy-ing
no time for coppin a plea and cry-ing
Cause my niggas gon' stop ridin'
So you

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