Luyện nghe bài hát PT2. & Bump Heads

[50
I wanna be the reason you smile after you ya tears
The reason you the courage to confront ya fears
The reason two karats in each of ya ears
I with the paper ma, I don't care
How you like it, pumps or boots, or coops
or leathers, fifty fall off never
Whats mine is and whats yours is mine
So I shine, you shine
The champagne, we can toast to life
table in Vegas, you can toss the dice
Don't let ya let you confuse sayin' 'fifty's bad news'
I need you in my life girl, too much to lose

[Beat

Nigga, you deny that I'ma f**kin' ride out
Then you'll bump wit me
I'll put a in yo ass, you'll see
That it ain't cool to wit me

[Tony
G-Unit, I wit gorillas
F**k a big body guard, I hang wit pint killas
I ain't tryin' to be dirty, on the strip
I'm tryin' to be dirty, rich
Give a nigga too much rope, he he a cowboy
Give too much dope, I'm pushin' the big boy
V12, SL
I rap and wait for them in the mail
If you hatin', your due life will expire
Cause my speak jamaican, they be like 'Bloodfire!'
Where I'm from, be on some sleak shit
They hungry, use they lighters to cook their beef

And this and this nestle got me right
So my lungs be as as Wesley Snipes
I'm on first flights heading towards Vegas
Ya slot machines niggas, we table players
I roll a seven, cause we crap table

Nigga, you won't deny that I'ma ride out
Then you'll heads wit me
I'll put a hole in yo ass, see
That it cool to f**k wit me

[Lloyd
I know a lot of niggas Banks gone
My kind of will f**k up ya grill and not the kind you put
on
I'm hidin' out, so my meals is cooked
I deal wit ho's than a chinese phone book
Your high your messed up ratchets
I'm out blowin' haze bags the size of packets
F**k in ya ride, there's tools on my side
By the females standin' with tattoos on thighs
There's a lot of cats losin' they
Cause time I see 'em, they got black and blues on they eyes
Nah, I ain't ready to die, but I'm
But I'd rather grow old with grey hairs in my
They me in the field, the kid with the fans
That over my balls like Kobe and Shaquille
If you talkin' bout millions throw me in the
Big city, stadium tour, ruining the motherf**ker