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50 Cent - Like My Style

Текст песни: [Intro: 50 Cent] I know you like my style, You like how I break it down. I know you like my style, You like how I break it down. I know you like my style, You like how I break it down. Wanna get rich, I'll show you how, Wanna get rich, I'll show you how. [Verse 1: 50 Cent] On ya mark, get set, let's go, switch the flow, Teach ya how to turn yayo into dough, The original Don Dada, nobody bomb harder, Ya heard what I said, boy, I'm hot, I'm hot. The hoodrats, they say, "He so crazy," The snitches, they say, "He tried to spray me," That's what you get for tryna play me, The aftermath and my wrath is so shady. No matter how you try you can't stop it, I catch ya stuntin' in the Bentley coupe cockpit, If you a pimp, why ya hoes stay outta pocket? Front and find out how my P-40 Glock hit. — 50, you need some help? Chill, Yayo, I got this, Where I'm from the D's tryna knock us, They swear to God that it's me sellin' the choppers, Man, I ain't give them little n**gas no product. [Chorus: 50 Cent] I know you like my style, But how much do you like my style? You like how I break it down, Wanna get rich, I'll show you how. [Verse 2: 50 Cent] The birds, they say I got a way with words, I be like, "Baby girl, I like them curves, If ya not busy tonight, then we can swerve, I'm a bachelor, baby, fuck what you heard!” From the tellie in ten minutes, I'll make you a believer, Tongue touch ya, I'll have ya shakin' like you havin' a seizure, I make hits about what I do in my leisure, G-Unit gang, can't another clique out there see us, N**gas lip sync the lyrics ‘cause they wanna be us, Groupie hoes from the hood, they be tryna G us, Tryna holla at the kid every time they see us, Girlfriend, quit pretendin', I'm the n**ga ya love. And I ain't gotta say nothing, you know that I'm thuggin', Put my hands on that ass, and ya say that I'm buggin', We family, baby, kissin' cousins, Now look what the riff raff done druggin' For the cheese, my degrees is hotter then ya oven, I'm a New Yorker, but I sound Southern, And we sip DP till the Don stop bubblin', After we play, okak, go to ya husband. [Chorus: 50 Cent] I know you like my style, But how much do you like my style? You like how I break it down, Wanna get rich, I'll show you how. [Bridge: 50 Cent] Em said you gon' like my style, Dre said you gon' like my style, I said you gon' like my style, You gon' like how I break it down. [Outro: Tony Yayo] You're not really, really ready, The drama will have ya ass in trauma, boy! You're not really, really ready, My knife flip open, and then I gets to pokin'. You're not really, really ready, Them shells start poppin', and bodies get to droppin'. You're not really, really ready, You think ya ready, ya not Really really ready.

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50 Cent – <p>50 cent is an American rapper. Curtis has a difficult fate: he grew up with the parents of his mother, who gave birth to him at the age of 15, and at 23 died from gas poisoning. Then the boy begins to get involved in boxing and trade in crack. Somehow he is caught doing this and given 3 years in prison, but the rapper manages to get parole. After giving up the drug trade to devote himself to music, he is shot 9 times in 2000. Then he takes on the pseudonym 50 cent &quot;for a change&quot; and starts recording his first songs in his friend&#39;s basement.</p><p> He became famous after the release of the albums &quot;Get Rich or Die Tryin &#39;&quot; and &quot;The Massacre&quot;, which sold a total circulation of 36 million copies.</p> – Цент Цент cents фифти цент сent 50cent
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[Intro: 50 Cent]
I know you like my style,
You like how I break it down.
I know you like my style,
You like how I break it down.
I know you like my style,
You like how I break it down.
Wanna get rich, I'll show you how,
Wanna get rich, I'll show you how.

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
On ya mark, get set, let's go, switch the flow,
Teach ya how to turn yayo into dough,
The original Don Dada, nobody bomb harder,
Ya heard what I said, boy, I'm hot, I'm hot.
The hoodrats, they say, "He so crazy,"
The snitches, they say, "He tried to spray me,"
That's what you get for tryna play me,
The aftermath and my wrath is so shady.
No matter how you try you can't stop it,
I catch ya stuntin' in the Bentley coupe cockpit,
If you a pimp, why ya hoes stay outta pocket?
Front and find out how my P-40 Glock hit.
— 50, you need some help?
Chill, Yayo, I got this,
Where I'm from the D's tryna knock us,
They swear to God that it's me sellin' the choppers,
Man, I ain't give them little n**gas no product.

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I know you like my style,
But how much do you like my style?
You like how I break it down,
Wanna get rich, I'll show you how.

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
The birds, they say I got a way with words,
I be like, "Baby girl, I like them curves,
If ya not busy tonight, then we can swerve,
I'm a bachelor, baby, fuck what you heard!”
From the tellie in ten minutes, I'll make you a believer,
Tongue touch ya, I'll have ya shakin' like you havin' a seizure,
I make hits about what I do in my leisure,
G-Unit gang, can't another clique out there see us,
N**gas lip sync the lyrics ‘cause they wanna be us,
Groupie hoes from the hood, they be tryna G us,
Tryna holla at the kid every time they see us,
Girlfriend, quit pretendin', I'm the n**ga ya love.
And I ain't gotta say nothing, you know that I'm thuggin',
Put my hands on that ass, and ya say that I'm buggin',
We family, baby, kissin' cousins,
Now look what the riff raff done druggin'
For the cheese, my degrees is hotter then ya oven,
I'm a New Yorker, but I sound Southern,
And we sip DP till the Don stop bubblin',
After we play, okak, go to ya husband.

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I know you like my style,
But how much do you like my style?
You like how I break it down,
Wanna get rich, I'll show you how.

[Bridge: 50 Cent]
Em said you gon' like my style,
Dre said you gon' like my style,
I said you gon' like my style,
You gon' like how I break it down.

[Outro: Tony Yayo]
You're not really, really ready,
The drama will have ya ass in trauma, boy!
You're not really, really ready,
My knife flip open, and then I gets to pokin'.
You're not really, really ready,
Them shells start poppin', and bodies get to droppin'.
You're not really, really ready,
You think ya ready, ya not
Really really ready.








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