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 u gon get it in yo brain
the gates wide open and the off the chain

Uhr..Uhr

I be that young'n the gun thats tellin ya stop frontin
I be that young'n on the run, after i pop
In the i read, death is of the tongue,
If u talk about death, then 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 broke like JD,
or put a hundred-grand on any head 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 nigga look bad, wit that
see my flick, next to preme, and cat
and montana, i em with the gramma'
i enhanced in the slamma after bangin hammas, X wut up

(50 Cent)
If you dont that, then u shouldnt say that
'cause wut come out yo mouth'll get u DOWN
handin money around, and we dont play that, gettin outta line'll get u 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 with, G-Unit Ruffryders'll get u SHOT DOWN

(Eyiooo yo, what ya niggas talkin bout, think u with?
Double R, G-UNIT!The old shit,
Put the in the ring, watch em all quit,
All ya niggas is pussy, my dick
Aint nothin but a of mans still standin
I remember 50 in a cypher, when onyx was still
now we meet again, its all my nigga
to the street again, its all hood my nigga,
knock on wood my nigga, we both the dog
we aint get to we at by luck, shit was hard,
but once we got the trials, its all smiles
til a bitch type all of a sudden get wild
now why u gots to go and take me back the way i came
MAKE you remember, where u my name 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 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 buckets is
30 shot handguns, the gutter is
niggas me might rush ur apartment
blood fuck up ur carpet
on the window
i smell murder everytime the wind blow
tie him to the chair and then 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 flood the gutters,
better tap ya man, and let him kno P'll the colors
and niggas is gettin shot down, 2 up, Double R, SP holdin D-Block down

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