Luyện nghe bài hát 300 Bars & Running

My mama took me to Sam
I to buy a 50 Cent CD
I took shit home
That shit was wack a motherfucker
Don't fuck Game

I 50 Cent
He reminds me
And Tony Yayo is Clues
And Lloyd Banks is the Explorer
my friends

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

Game]
300 and Runnin
Just loan me your ears for 15
Walk me

Here the breakdown, pass the doja, .45 in the
Hollow tips'll fold 'em, them niggaz toy soldiers
Oh, that boy colder Hova unless he sober
I'm the president, but this 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 do that? When I'm just the new cat
That was taught if a take shots to shoot back
Defending his yard, yeah his ground
I'm saying if you gonna retire, then hand me the
Nah, let Bleek do it, then throw him a concert in Madison
Watch everybody through it
We can go bar for bar, let the lines speak to 'em
What they say? is over let Chris and Neef do it
They say the thing, I'ma smack 'em silly
What you Them was the only niggaz that rapped in Philly?
See them with the soonies leave you wrapped in Philly
Then dash in groups like Mac in Philly
?? said Curtis Jack in
Make a U-turn, I go back to Philly
I my cheese stake, that's what I told the cops
So they wouldn't get the start searching for the glock
And I forget, B.I.G. got murdered by the cops
Even I was Ready To Die, when I that he was shot
What's beef? Beef is when I murk you on the
Labels signing many things, searching for they Pac
I put purple on the
So I don't feel when Ludacris say he coming for the #1 spot
Ask 50, it get on top
You can hate me or me, but now the cops the only homies he got
When it's beef we eat, we win, but we ain't we pop
You sell records but a 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 hot top for colors, I'm from Cedar Block
So I got my hot tops that make breathing stop
I'm a slash rapper, check your CD shop
I'm like Elvis in there, can't believe you dropped
Now I'm moving on up to and Weezy's spot
I picked up where my homeboy stopped
I saw the coast, put the shit on my back
Sprayed Aftermath on it, loosened the strap
It get hot in here, let rap
Bring hell to niggaz when Dre a track
Take it to the streets, put the duece to your hat
Then call up the pigs, tell them the back
Call Jadakiss, tell him duke is back
I'm still by side, no matter who comes strapped
Fuck Lloyd Banks, it ain't who can rap
It's about the ?? clap, is rufus back
I see what you thinkin, you want me to die, is so?
Now you leaning back, thanks to Fat Joe
We got reservations in heaven, you ready? go
Drop them off, then the sound Esko
I'm a say ?? if me and Dre
All Nas said was he had a ??
Now the eulogy, beef is kinda foolish see
Niggaz running their mouth what the fuck they gon' do to me
But quit the before I proceed to clapping
And you gon' see the captain with plans of me captured
Even behind bars, I'm still gon'
I'm 10 years younger than Yayo, I get out, I'm
Then I go back, nigga I pop mines
How you drop Olivia, you only drop dimes
I knew you changed, when you started sleeping in vest dog
I don't need 50 Cent, my niggaz make calls
1-800-split a faggot wig
He got G-Unit wings, them off the Queens Bridge
Now your is over, career is over
We in QB, banging CNN in the
T-O-N-Y, that's the NORE
You the talk of New York, your sixteens is boring
that shit off ??, go back to PC
And tell 50 Cent you want a of Beef 3
I'm airing ass out on DVD
You wanna rhyme like Lloyd repeat after me
I'm a toy soldier
On Sesame street doing voice
Bitch ass nigga need a dictionary, to rehearse his lines
Sound like Oscar the Grouch, them nursery rhymes
We was in the studio, I first got signed
He got stuck, he called 50 tryna some lines
That's the wrong nigga, you need help with your rhymes
All he gon' tell you is say G-Unit one more
Got mad 'cause I ain't wanna your beef mine
You got lucky with Ja, why you go at Shyne?
He freestyled from the pen, just the fact
Said he'd put you with your mom, and you ain't fucked that
Then you lied your pops, he ain't never bust no cap
Father, Like Son, go ask Busta that
I knew the beginning I couldn't trust those cats
I'd kill 'em all, if I could bring back
The underground is mine, I treat it like
It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike
The underground is mine, I treat it like
It's the niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones
The underground is mine, I it like home
It's the reason niggaz saying my like Mike Jones
I
The underground is mine, I treat it home
It's the reason saying my name like Mike Jones
And I'm far from Houston but you can chop it and it
Do whatever to it, but it in the store the moving
Gave 'em a hundred bars, they think I could do it
with two hundred, nigga this is more than music
Even Dre knew it, that boy hot summer
Both ?? in the dirt, 300 and Runnin
And I beef with any nigga, say my motherfuck I'm gunnin'
You can put it on if you want it
air you out on Drama King, Mike, or Clue
And watch them shits sell out like a Air shoe
I Funk Flex when I catch the nigga Whoo Kid
We gon' see if he know how to DJ with bruised
hit me on the sidekick 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 spill brains, I pop shots
Outside NY, in of hip-hop cops
Or broad day in L.A., I'ma Em and Dre
nigga bootlegging my music, ain't nothing for him to say
Took me off my own songs, put it on his tapes
So I'ma him out his house, put the beam on his face
Drop him off at Terror Squad, let him scream for the
'cause when you with Jayceon, you can bleed in the lake
For caking off niggaz on them and tapes
Ask them to scratch a record, you will see he
If 50 was Puffy, you'd run and go get him a cheese
Take the DJ off your name, Mr. Instant
Not the replay
I mean the that G-Unit use every time 50 on stage singing like
Bitches only for your shit a lil bit
Niggaz for your shit just a lil bit
On my 50 helped me just a lil bit
Only on two songs, now to some killer shit
My clips bananas, I a gorilla quick
Beating on chest, I see to your death, yep
Tell to make him a suit
Tell Reebock to make him some
Get him a head band, to cover the in his head
He a dead man for thinking he can walk through muddy waters Redman
blacked out and let the gun blam without a M-E-T-H-O-D Man
So the gotta ask for his strings
Take my advice, wear air max for the ??
you one of the Bloods, or a latin king
'cause if your left with the your ass will sting
And your mate is a 25 to lifer
They will you then ?? then fuck you on Rikers
And Goes On
Now back to the coward of the hour who lied and he write my songs
He told Vibe Dre was leave me on the shelf
So he gave me all his hits, you should've kept them for
Nigga stop acting tough 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
Throw in Makaveli and the doors on the Maganum
Gun smoking, Fase think I'm backing up
Reverse the '05 on 41st and traffic, what
cops on my left, but I pass 'em up
The Dodge got a in it, Game got a Remy in 'em
In and out of lanes like a New cab
I'm Mr. Ol' King, New York cab
Who's fake nigga, on pictures with the Jake nigga?
Got his crew starving 'cause he ain't the whole cake,
He ain't Nas, ain't B.I.G., Jigga
If he ain't Cube or Pac then who you
We getting tired of you talkin about who you
use another six bars to tell you who you not
You ain't 50 Cent, he out like a gangsta
You went out Vivica, three months after wanksta
Get or Die Tryin, we thought you was hot
Now the same wanna take us to the Candy Shop
C'mon man, happened to the thug?
Now you find in the club, him and Lloyd Banks hugging
Nigga got mad when The start buzzing
So making friends now I'm into throwing slugs
Olivia talking about we a family, had to go
I'll smack that ho like I'm Jackie-O
'cause I don't be cool, I don't wanna be you
I don't wanna hands, or wear your G-Unit shoes
Don't you on my hooks, don't wanna be in your group
Just wanna sit here and
To be gone, so I can back to the block
white Nike airs and the matching socks fitted

Pull the brim low, if they get it
Bentley Coup on daytons, I was the first one with it
Four platinum, I done been there and did it
Came in the game and shitted, wiped my ass with it
say the Lord givth, if Lord take it away
So I a house on top of Hip-Hop, I'll wait for the day
hating on me, they don't want Jayceon to play
And the DA waiting on Jayceon to a mistake
So they can put me in the SWAT car and me away
me a odd job in the pen for minimum 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 winter to
'cause I'm a nigga when I put the pen to the page
Similar to them going into my gauge
I hand 'em off to Dre, he turned them granades
And Just Blaze, 'cause the boy got
Like I close my eyes, and up in a Roc chain
Now back to reality, my gun and my
And if diamonds are forever, then I'm Kanye
Take a at my chest, a hundred thou wet jacob
Whole crew got chains, a hundred thou break 'em
And the is hot like that wit Satan
And the only thing I got is Daytons
The hotter I get the willing to snake 'em
So as the beat drop, watch where I take 'em
Compton Swap meet, to get me All-Stars
When Game in the house, they ??
they heard about what went on in D.C
Heard about Hot 97, my with 50
Now tell me do he got a
I think not, 'cause if he did I wouldn't be in this nonsense
Wouldn't be in Harlem, wouldn't be at this
I'd rather be pushing rock, ??
50 whispered in my ear, like we still
We ain't friends, I'm just acting like Charles
finger 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 Common
Now that common, it's more like Top Ramen
The flow is news, I throw it up vomit
And I still shine like
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 supposed to I can't because
I'm in the politican, Impala ??
And I keep a .45 on the side of my prada denim
Chip on my shoulder like I'm fresh prison
vision, blow a hundred thou like my wallet missing
Then re-up kid before the d-cup
Continuously getting with my feet up
Chasing the throne, here my black Air
I said Benzino and got the cover of The Source
Feel me? If not then I guess you kill me
But you gon' do that so motherfucker move back
While I do B.I.G. and impersonations on two tracks
I wake the dead, everybody remove hats
We miss y'all, can I get a clap?
Now back to rap, why I stay strapped?
On that murder T-I-P, kill you
They won't know which hole to patch up, the ?? clap
I to spare you Young Buck, now it's time for payback
It go, how you from but you ain't got no cash nigga?
Say my name now that's fucking ass nigga
Kept your shut and I gave you a pass nigga
Now I gotta lay you down the last nigga
Buck, buck, buck from my
This nigga playing with his life, I might to put him in heaven
Tryna the game, talking shit up on the stereo
Prepare for burial, it's I'm reincarnating Harry-O
And you don't want that David 'cause you love life
Get my Vibe, when it's war he out butter knifes
Muthafucker show you who the gangsta
All you do is Murder Inc., now who the
When Suge had you, you were on Tha Row
Juve you for dead and went back to the NO
50 heard you on the tour bus and felt your flow
Then he made you temporary replacement for
You a bitch, and that's hard to
And you got robbed for your spinning G-Unit chain in
I call my nigga to get it back
He had the shit in his hands, and you ain't had the ten
Picture that, I we was G-Unit
Then you ran and told 50 that I did that
Ask C-Murder, the boy hard to find
I told Monica I catch him The Boy is Mine
one shot of Brandy and pop
Watch his panties drop, when I run inside the 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 to go, lay it down like sheet rock
Don't about the flow, the boy know he hot
in store November, nigga 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
Remember first it was Buddens, then it was
Now it's motherfucker, yeah, who want beef?
Now whenever motherfucker, who see me?
In the coffin, body exhausted, in peace
You don't want war nigga, you want
So give 'em the peace, (sp?)
Let 'em in peace
From west to the flow is outdatable, irreplacable
Lyrical homicide, is hot, I'm boxing with Satan
And I slipped 'em the ace, you replace 'em
If ever decide to return, I remain Jayceon
A in the making, and the throne is for the taking
So I climb the mountain top and put my in
Got the weight of the on my shoulder
Not a nigga nor a hoodrat bitch can stop me taking it over
This is crack music, go get the soda
300 Bars and Runnin, the wait is over
I'm gone...