Luyện nghe bài hát Shot Down

Grr, arf! Arf!

Move on over, I done ya boy
I'm a motherfuckin' soldier boy
And you gon' get it in your brain
The wide open and the dog's off the chain

I be that yung'n that gun-ness, tellin' ya stop frontin'
I be that yung'n on the run, I pop some'n
In the I read, death is of the tongue
And if you talk about death enough death is gon'
Dave taught me how to flow, shot him in the head
ass was there, now he runnin' scared
Some say I'm gangsta, some say I'm
If you ask me say I'm what the hood made me
Now I can stunt 'til my ass dead like JD
Or put a hundred grand on e'ry nigga head that me
See I'm cool with them mob niggas
They say sak passe nap boule and rob
The media be tryin' to make a nigga look bad, up with that?
See my flick, next to Papi and Cat
And Montana, I kill 'em with the
I enhanced in the slammer after them hammers
X up? (aight!)

You don't live that, you say that
Cause what come out your get you SHOT, DOWN
Throwin your money around and we don't play
Get in our line'll get you SHOT, (nigga)
We know where you hang, we know you stay at
That bullshit you get you SHOT, DOWN
Here's a few that you shouldn't play with
G-Unit, Ryders'll get you SHOT, DOWN

Aye yo, fuck y'all niggas talkin' bout, think you wit?
Double are, G-UNIT, the same ol' (what!)
Put the in the ring, watch 'em all quit
All y'all niggas is pussy, my dick!
Ain't nothin'[ but a handful of man still
I remember 50 in a when Onyx was "Slammin" (aight?)
Now we meet again, it's all good my
Back to the again, it's all hood my nigga
Knock on wood my nigga, we walk the dog
We get to where we at by luck, shit was hard (aight?)
But once we got through the it's all smiles
a big type nigga all of a sudden get wild
Now why you gotsta go and take me back to where I from?
make you remember, where you know my name from (YYea!)
45th Street, and Ave.
I done ran through your and only let off half, nigga!

Yeah, word,
If your head ain't offa shoulders (uh-huh)
You ain't get shot, you got nicked (just nicked)
Cause if my chrome hit a piece of your
It's gon' do more than chip, nigga (a lot than that)
Yea, the fuck is the problem
The Porsche is red the is Army
30 shot handguns the is starvin (yea)
Niggas like me might rush apartment (word)
Bloodstains'll fuck up carpet, brain on the window
I smell murder time that the wind blow
Tie him to the chair and then knock out his
I don't want the or the crown, I ain't sellin up
You can have the or the ground, you ain't in hell enough
I'm the one flood the gutters
Better tap man, and let him know P'll love to cut his
And niggas is shot down, two guns up
Double are, S.P. holdin' D down