Luyện nghe bài hát Get Shot Down

DMX Errrrrrrrrrrr......Uhr..Uhr

50

and over, i done told ya boy
im a G-Unit soldier boy
now when u gon get it in yo
the gates wide open and the off the chain

Uhr..Uhr

I be that with the gun thats tellin ya stop frontin
I be young'n on the run, after i pop sumthin
In the i read, death is of the tongue,
If u talk about death, death is go oncoming,
jay me how to flow, shot him in the head,
randy's ass was there, now he's scared,
sum say im gangsta, say im craaazy,
if u ask me, i say im wut the hood me,
now i could til my ass dead broke like JD,
or put a hundred-grand on any nigga's that play me,
see im with the haitian mob niggas,
say "saapa sei my boolay", and rob niggas,
to me, u be try to make the look bad, wutsup wit that
see my flick, to preme, papi and cat
and montana, i em with the gramma'
i enhanced in the slamma after bangin hammas, X wut up

(50 Cent)
If you live that, then u shouldnt say that
'cause wut come out yo get u SHOT DOWN
money around, and we dont play that, gettin outta line'll get u SHOT DOWN,
keep on playa hatin, we kno where u stay at, the bullshit u on'll get u DOWN, nigga
heres a few cliques, that u shouldnt play with, G-Unit Ruffryders'll get u DOWN

(Eyiooo yo, what ya niggas talkin bout, u playin with?
R, G-UNIT!The same old shit,
Put the in the ring, watch em all quit,
All ya niggas is pussy, suck my
nothin but a handful of mans still standin
I 50 in a cypher, when onyx was still slammin
now we meet again, its all good my
to the street again, its all hood my nigga,
knock on wood my nigga, we walked the dog
we aint get to we at by luck, shit was hard,
but once we got the trials, its all smiles
til a type nigga all of a sudden get wild
now why u gots to go and take me back the way i from?
imma MAKE you remember, where u my from,
45th street BLAH ave.
I done ran through crew and only let off half, nigga

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(Styles P)
If ya head aint off yo shoulders, u aint get shot, u got nigga,(just nipped)
'cause if my hit a piece of ur bone,
its do more than chip, nigga,
yea wut the fuck is the
the porsche is red, the buckets is
30 shot handguns, the is starvin
niggas like me rush ur apartment
blood stains'll up ur carpet
on the window
i smell murder that the wind blow
tie him to the chair and then knock out his chin
i dont want the chrome to the crown, i aint nothin,
u can have the jail or the ground, u aint in hell
im the one flood the gutters,
tap ya man, and let him kno P'll love the colors
and niggas is gettin shot down, 2 gunz up, Double R, SP holdin D-Block

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