Luyện nghe bài hát Shot Down

Grr, arf! Arf!

Move on over, I done ya boy
I'm a G-Unit soldier boy
And you gon' get it in your 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 on the run, after I pop some'n
In the Bible I read, death is of the
And if you talk about death enough death is come
Dave taught me how to flow, shot him in the head
Randy ass was there, now he scared
Some say I'm gangsta, say I'm crazy
If you ask me I'll say I'm the hood made me
Now I can stunt my ass dead broke like JD
Or put a hundred grand on e'ry head that play me
See I'm cool with them mob niggas
They say sak passe nap and rob niggas
The media be to make a nigga look bad, whats up with that?
See my flick, to bring Papi and Cat
And Montana, I kill 'em the grammar
I in the slammer after bangin them hammers
X up? (aight!)

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

Aye yo, fuck niggas talkin' bout, think you playin' wit?
Double are, G-UNIT, the same ol' (what!)
Put the in the ring, watch 'em all quit
All y'all is pussy, suck 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, all good my nigga
Back to the street again, it's all my nigga
Knock on wood my nigga, we both the dog
We ain't get to where we at by luck, shit was (aight?)
But once we got through the it's all smiles
'til a big type 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 know my name (YYea!)
Street, and blaow-blaow Ave.
I done ran through your and only let off half, nigga!

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