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 get it in your brain
The gate's open and the dog's off the chain

I be yung'n with 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 death enough death is gon' come
Dave taught me how to flow, they him in the head
Randy ass was there, now he runnin'
say I'm gangsta, some say I'm crazy
If you ask me I'll say I'm what the hood me
Now I can stunt 'til my ass dead like JD
Or put a hundred grand on e'ry head that play me
See I'm cool with them Haitian mob
say sak passe nap boule and rob niggas
The media be tryin' to make a nigga look bad, whats up that?
See my flick, next to Papi and Cat
And Montana, I 'em with the grammar
I enhanced in the slammer bangin them hammers
X up? (aight!)

You don't live that, you shouldn't say
Cause come out your mouth'll get you SHOT, DOWN
Throwin your money around and we 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
a few clips that you shouldn't play with
G-Unit, Ruff Ryders'll get you SHOT,

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

Yeah, word,
If your head ain't your shoulders (uh-huh)
You ain't get shot, you got nigga (just nicked)
Cause if my hit a piece of your bone
It's gon' do more than chip, nigga (a lot than that)
Yea, what the is the problem
The Porsche is red the buckets is
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 every time the wind blow
Tie him to the chair and then out his chinbone
I don't want the or the crown, I ain't sellin up
You can have the jail or the ground, you ain't in hell
I'm the one flood the gutters
Better tap your man, and let him know love to cut his
And niggas is shot down, two guns up
Double are, S.P. holdin' D down