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G-Unit ‘They Talked About Jesus’

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Estamos hablando sobre una posible reunión, o mejor dicho ‘regreso’, de G-Unit desde al menos cinco años: 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo e Young Buck a lo largo de este proyecto musical paralelo nos regalaron dos preciosidades, ‘Beg for Mercy’ y ‘Terminate on Sight’, publicados respetivamente en 2003 y 2008.

‘They Talked About Jesus’ es el titulo del primer inédito de la nueva etapa discográfica del grupo de Rap activo desde 2002, nuevo single que llega al publico después de unas series de remixes con un interesante detalle: los únicos que cantan en este temas son Banks, Yayo y Bucks, es decir, 50 Cent no aparece.

Producida por George Getson, se trata de una canción polémica en contra de los haters y de los infieles que no apoyan al grupo.

El nuevo disco firmado por G-Unit será publicado durante el mes de noviembre y gracias e este estreno seguramente crece la curiosidad sobre la que posiblemente será una de las novedades musicales más importantes de 2014.

A continuación, la letra del single:

Hello? Hello?

Anybody know what G-Unit is?

50, where the fuck you at, nigga?

Somebody called us and said the rap game needs us

(They talking)

Fuck it, they talked about Jesus

(Still hating)

Yeah, they hated on Jesus

(The real waiting)

They talked about Jesus

This one here is for all non-believers

(They talking)

Fuck it, they talked about Jesus

(Still hating)

Yeah, they hated on Jesus

(The real waiting)

You know they talked about Jesus

I could care less about a rapper and his entourage

I don’t give a fuck about a Phantom, it’s not in our garage

Who could take the project bench to a driver lodge?

Fuck her to some Mary J. Blige, get out of dodge

Dirty nigga, but all my dope clean though

And I got fishscale for sale, fuck you mean ho?

You niggas crack under pressure, Tim Tebow

The shots didn’t hit, you was at the freethrow

I let my heat go, pull up with my seat low

Girls smoking, I keep asking Banks where the weed go

Still with the shit, still searching for a kilo

I’m the reason why these niggas peeping out their peephole

Wouldn’t dent a armor at them niggas all together

Louise summer sweater, Yankee on the sky-dweller

‘gamo belt, fly fella, they think all of mines vanilla

Six or seven more flavors out in Vegas with weather

With my kush up in the hall of fame

Cavemen, break out your ball and chain

I’ll orchestrate the walk of shame

Your life’s plain, escort me through here like the president

Royal room, you gotta tell the hoes what hotel I’m in

You never did, you out here regular, ain’t go one heckler

I ball consecutive as long as they got neck to give

Salute me you ever see me, I’m a vet

CD full of cracks, easy with the grills, cut plat

Fishscales paid the bill, I ain’t never been broke

Arm ya, Adrien Broner on the ropes

I’m still at that Mickey D’s off of Atlantic

My BK niggas, man, I feed them hammers

My connect only speaks Spanish

Uno, dos, tres, quatro, full bricks then vanished

Jump in the Martin Vanquish

Donald Sterling think he a slavemaster

Turn my Clippers jersey inside out

Feed niggas with long spoons running their mouth

Godfathers to the head, they spoiled that

Might trout your legs, overseased pussies, y’all loving thots

Been around the world, crime scene in the parking lot

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