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50 Cent in Butun Mahnilari ve Videolarini Yukle
50 Cent (настоящее имя Curtis Jackson) родился в 1976-м году в нью-йоркском Куинсе - одном из беднейших черных кварталов города. Его мать перепродавала наркотики, чтобы прокормить семью и пользовалась большим авторитетом в местной общине. Однажды ее нашли убитой, убийцу так и не отыскали. Куртису в тот год исполнилось восемь лет. Мальчика взяли к себе родители матери, внимательно следившие, чтобы Куртис не свернул на скользкую дорожку. Не уследили - уже в средней школе парень начал зарабатывать себе на жизнь распространением наркотиков. Примерно в то же время Куртис Джексон, как и его сверстники, начинал пробовать рифмовать и воображал себя крутым рэппером. Свой псевдоним «50 Cent» парень взял в честь крутого гангстера из Fort Green Projects, незадолго до этого покинувшего сей бренный мир. «Я перенял у него это имя, - поясняет рэппер. - Подумал, что это будет круто - люди ведь, каждый раз завидя меня, будут вспоминать его...».
Mahni Sozleri
Hustlers Ambition (Light the fire that needs the air) (I won't burn unless your there)
[50 Cent] Yea, I need you, I need you to hate So I can use it for your anger You know, its very shit, feel this!
[Verse 1] 'merica's got a thing for this gangsta's shit, they love me Black Chucks, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle I take spills over raymo shit, I'ma fan Got through the silver duck tape on my Tre Eight handle The women in my life bring confusion 'n' shit So like Nino went new jack, I'll have to cancel that bitch Look at me, this is the life I chose Niggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze up Yo the empire on the low the narc's don't know I'm the weatherman I take that coke leaf and make that snow Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the door O after O, you know, homey I'm just triple beam, dreamin Niggaz be schemin, I'm fiendin to live a good life The fiends just fiendin Conceal my weapon nice and easy so you can't see The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me
[Chorus] I want the find the thing in my life So I hustle (hustle) Nigga you get in my way when while I'm tryin to gett mine And I'll buck you (buck you) I don't care who you run with, or where you from Nigga fuck you (fuck you) I want to find the thing thats in my life So I hustle (hustle)
[Verse 2] Yea, I don't know shit about gymnastics I summersault bricks Black Talen start flyin, when a nigga flip I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can't fuck with me Man my cold Gauge, they called me Chef Boy R 50 Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in their weed shit Send me to seeds I'll grow 'em what they need Them ain't Chia pet plants in the crib that's chronic And I'm sellin them 500 a pop god damn it I sold everythin I'ma hustler, I know how to grind Step on grapes put in water and tell you its wine If you analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA of a crook and What goes on in my mind, its contagious Hypnotic, it sounds melodic If the rap was the block or a spot, I'll be that potent product Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key And you can locate me where ever that dope be, be gettin money man
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[Verse 3] Its a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision Mossberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin and drama means nothin It's part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin lanes Or in the jewler switchin chains I upgrade from 30 BS to a clean VS Rocks that I copped from proceeds from the spot I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline Play the curb and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spin I made plans to make it, a prisoner of the state Now I can invite yo ass out to my estate Them holo-tips bent me up, but I'm back in shape Pour Crystal in the blender make a protein shake I'm like the East coast number one playboy B Hugh Hefner'll tell you he don't got shit on me The feds watch me, icey they can't stop me Racist, pointin at me look at the niggarachi Hello!
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