Luyện nghe bài hát Shot Down

Grr, arf! Arf!

Move on over, I done ya boy
I'm a G-Unit soldier boy
And when you gon' get it in your
The gate's wide and the dog's off the chain

I be that with that gun-ness, tellin' ya stop frontin'
I be that yung'n on the run, after I pop
In the Bible I read, is of the tongue
And if you talk about death enough death is gon'
Dave taught me how to flow, they shot him in the
Randy ass was there, now he scared
Some say I'm gangsta, some say I'm
If you ask me I'll say I'm what the hood me
Now I can stunt 'til my ass dead like JD
Or put a hundred grand on e'ry nigga head that me
See I'm cool with them mob niggas
They say sak passe nap and rob niggas
The media be tryin' to a nigga look bad, whats up with that?
See my flick, next to Papi and Cat
And Montana, I 'em with the grammar
I enhanced in the slammer after bangin hammers
X up? (aight!)

You don't live that, you shouldn't say
what come out your mouth'll get you SHOT, DOWN
Throwin your money around and we don't play
Get in our get you SHOT, DOWN (nigga)
We know you hang, we know where you stay at
That bullshit you get you SHOT, DOWN
Here's a few clips that you play with
G-Unit, Ryders'll get you SHOT, DOWN

Aye yo, fuck y'all niggas talkin' bout, you playin' wit?
are, G-UNIT, the same ol' shit (what!)
Put the fagots in the ring, watch 'em all
All niggas is pussy, suck my dick!
Ain't nothin'[ but a of man still standin'
I 50 in a cypher when Onyx was "Slammin" (aight?)
Now we meet again, all good my nigga
Back to the street again, all hood my nigga
Knock on my nigga, we both walk the dog
We ain't get to where we at by luck, shit was (aight?)
But once we got through the it's all smiles
'til a big type all of a sudden get wild
Now why you gotsta go and me back to where I came from?
I'ma make you remember, you know my name from (YYea!)
Street, and blaow-blaow Ave.
I done ran through your and only let off half, nigga!

Yeah, word,
If your head ain't offa shoulders (uh-huh)
You ain't get shot, you got nigga (just nicked)
if my chrome hit a piece of your bone
It's gon' do more chip, nigga (a lot more than that)
Yea, what the is the problem
The is red the buckets is Army
30 shot handguns the gutter is (yea)
Niggas like me rush your apartment (word)
Bloodstains'll fuck up carpet, brain on the window
I smell murder every time that the blow
Tie him to the chair and knock out his chinbone
I don't want the throne or the crown, I ain't up
You can have the jail or the ground, you in hell enough
I'm the one flood the gutters
Better tap your man, and let him P'll love to cut his
And niggas is shot down, two guns up
Double are, S.P. D Block down