Luyện nghe bài hát Shot Down

Grr, arf! Arf!

Move on over, I done ya boy
I'm a G-Unit soldier boy
And when you gon' get it in brain
The gate's open and the dog's off the chain

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

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

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

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