Luyện nghe bài hát Get Shot Down

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

50

Over and over, i done ya boy
im a G-Unit motherfuckin boy
now u gon get it in yo brain
the wide open and the dogs off the chain

Uhr..Uhr

I be that young'n with the gun 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 about death, then 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 stunt til my ass dead like JD,
or put a hundred-grand on any nigga's head 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 nigga look bad, wutsup wit
see my flick, to preme, papi and cat
and montana, i em with the gramma'
i enhanced in the after bangin them hammas, X wut up

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

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

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

(Chorus)