Luyện nghe bài hát Get Shot Down

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

50

Over and over, i told ya boy
im a G-Unit motherfuckin 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 with the gun thats tellin ya 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, death is go oncoming,
jay me how to flow, shot him in the head,
randy's ass was there, now runnin scared,
sum say im gangsta, say im craaazy,
if u ask me, i say im wut the made me,
now i stunt til my ass dead broke like JD,
or put a on any nigga's 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, 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
wut come out yo mouth'll get u SHOT DOWN
handin around, and we dont play that, gettin outta line'll get u SHOT DOWN,
keep on playa hatin, we kno where u at, the bullshit u on'll get u SHOT DOWN, nigga
heres a few cliques, that u shouldnt play with, 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 faggots in the ring, em all quit,
All ya is pussy, suck my dick
nothin but a handful of mans still standin
I remember 50 in a cypher, when onyx was slammin
now we again, its all good my nigga
to the street again, its all hood my nigga,
knock on wood my nigga, we walked the dog
we get to where we at by luck, shit was hard,
but once we got the trials, its all smiles
til a bitch 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, u my name from,
street BLAH BLAH ave.
I done ran your crew and only let off half, nigga

(Chorus)

(Styles P)
If ya head off yo shoulders, u aint get shot, u got nipped nigga,(just nipped)
'cause if my hit a piece of ur bone,
its do more than chip, nigga,
yea wut the is the problem
the porsche is red, the buckets is
30 shot handguns, the gutter is
niggas like me might rush ur
stains'll fuck up ur carpet
brain on the
i smell murder everytime that the blow
tie him to the chair and then knock out his chin
i dont the chrome to the crown, i aint sellin nothin,
u can have the jail or the ground, u aint in 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 gunz up, Double R, SP holdin down

(Chorus)