Luyện nghe bài hát Get Shot Down

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

50

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

Uhr..Uhr

I be that young'n with the gun thats tellin ya frontin
I be that on the run, after i pop sumthin
In the Bible i read, is of the tongue,
If u about death, then death is go oncoming,
jay taught me how to flow, him in the head,
ass was there, now he's runnin scared,
sum say im gangsta, say im craaazy,
if u ask me, i say im wut the hood me,
now i could til my ass dead broke like JD,
or put a hundred-grand on any nigga's head that me,
see im cool with the mob niggas,
say "saapa sei my boolay", and rob niggas,
to me, u be try to the nigga look bad, wutsup wit that
see my flick, next to preme, and cat
and montana, i kill em with the
i enhanced in the after bangin them hammas, X wut up

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

(Eyiooo yo, ya niggas talkin bout, think u playin with?
Double R, G-UNIT!The old shit,
Put the in the ring, watch em all quit,
All ya niggas is pussy, suck my
Aint nothin but a handful of mans still
I 50 in a cypher, when onyx was still slammin
now we meet again, its all my nigga
back to the 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 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 from?
imma MAKE you remember, u my name from,
45th BLAH BLAH ave.
I done ran through your and only let off half, nigga

(Chorus)

(Styles P)
If ya head aint off yo shoulders, u aint get shot, u got nigga,(just nipped)
'cause if my chrome hit a of ur bone,
its gonna do more chip, nigga,
yea wut the is the problem
the porsche is red, the buckets is
30 shot handguns, the is starvin
niggas like me rush ur apartment
blood stains'll fuck up ur
on the window
i smell murder everytime that the wind
tie him to the chair and then out his chin bone
i dont the chrome to the crown, i aint sellin nothin,
u can have the jail or the ground, u aint in hell
im the one flood the gutters,
better tap ya man, and let him kno love the colors
and niggas is gettin shot down, 2 gunz up, Double R, SP D-Block down

(Chorus)