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 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 tellin ya stop frontin
I be that on the run, after i pop sumthin
In the i read, death is of the tongue,
If u talk death, then death is go oncoming,
jay me how to flow, shot 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 made me,
now i could stunt til my ass dead 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 kill em the gramma'
i in the slamma 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
handin money around, and we dont 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 talkin bout, think u playin
Double R, G-UNIT!The old shit,
Put the faggots in the ring, em all quit,
All ya niggas is pussy, suck my
Aint but a handful of mans still standin
I remember 50 in a cypher, onyx was still slammin
now we again, its all good my nigga
to the street again, its all hood my nigga,
knock on my nigga, we both walked the dog
we aint get to we at by luck, shit was hard,
but once we got thru the trials, its all
til a bitch type nigga all of a get wild
now why u gots to go and take me the way i came from?
MAKE you remember, where u my name from,
45th street BLAH ave.
I ran through your crew and only let off half, nigga

(Chorus)

(Styles P)
If ya head aint off yo shoulders, u get shot, u got nipped nigga,(just nipped)
'cause if my hit a piece of ur bone,
its gonna do more chip, nigga,
yea wut the is the problem
the porsche is red, the buckets is
30 handguns, the gutter is starvin
niggas like me might rush ur
blood stains'll 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 want the chrome to the crown, i aint sellin nothin,
u can the jail or the ground, u aint in hell enough
im the one flood the gutters,
tap ya man, and let him kno P'll love the colors
and niggas is gettin shot down, 2 gunz up, R, SP holdin D-Block down

(Chorus)