Luyện nghe bài hát Shot Down

Grr, arf! Arf!

Move on over, I told ya boy
I'm a motherfuckin' soldier boy
And when you gon' get it in brain
The wide open and the dog's off the chain

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

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

Aye yo, fuck y'all niggas talkin' bout, think you wit?
Double are, G-UNIT, the ol' shit (what!)
Put the fagots in the ring, watch 'em all
All niggas is pussy, suck my dick!
Ain't nothin'[ but a handful of man still
I remember 50 in a when Onyx was "Slammin" (aight?)
Now we again, it's all good my nigga
Back to the street again, all hood my nigga
Knock on my nigga, we both walk the dog
We get to where we at by luck, shit was hard (aight?)
But once we got through the it's all smiles
'til a big type nigga all of a sudden get
Now why you gotsta go and take me back to where I came
make you remember, where you know my name from (YYea!)
45th Street, and Ave.
I done ran through your crew and let off half, nigga!

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