Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta'd Up

(What)
We in (What)
We can get the drama
We don't (What, what, what)
going down (What)
'Cause I'm (What)
50 Cent, you how I gets down (Down)

[Chorus: 2X]
What up, (What)
up, 'cause? (What)
What up, (What)
What up,

1]
They say I walk like got an "S" on my chest
Naw, a semi-auto, and a vest 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
Front on me, I'll cut ya, ya or bump ya
You getting money? I can't none with ya fuck ya
I'm not the type to get for D.W.I.
I'm the type that'll kill your connect when the price rise
Gangstas, bump my shit then they know me
I grew up around some niggas not my homies
Hundred G's I stash it (what), the I blast it (yeah)
D's come we dump the diesel and acid
This been mastered, the ice I flash it
me, I'll have your mama picking out your casket, bastard
I'm on the next level, lane forget bezzle
pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, god (what)

[Chorus (1st w/o first "What up, Blood?") (2x)]

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

2]
I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and
When gangstas my shit, can they hear my hunger?
When the 5th kick, duck quick, it sounds thunder
In December I'll make your block feel like
The rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my is a nine
Every chick I fuck is a dime
I'm Patty LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own
I lay my hat is my home, I'm a rolling stone
Cross my path I'll ya, thinking I won't touch ya
have your ass using a wheelchair, cane, or crutches
Industry hoe fuckers, in the hood they us
Stomp a bone out your ass some brand new chuckas

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