Luyện nghe bài hát Shot Down

Grr, arf! Arf!

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

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

You don't that, you shouldn't say that
Cause what come out your get you SHOT, DOWN
Throwin your money around and we play that
Get in our line'll get you SHOT, (nigga)
We know you hang, we know where you stay at
bullshit you on'll get you SHOT, DOWN
Here's a few clips that you shouldn't play
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 in the ring, watch 'em all quit
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, it's all hood my
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
a big type nigga all of a sudden get wild
Now why you gotsta go and take me back to where I from?
I'ma 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
gon' do more than chip, nigga (a lot more than that)
Yea, what the fuck is the
The Porsche is red the buckets is
30 shot the gutter is starvin (yea)
Niggas me might rush your apartment (word)
Bloodstains'll up your carpet, brain on the window
I smell murder every that the wind blow
Tie him to the chair and knock out his chinbone
I don't want the throne or the crown, I sellin up
You can have the or the ground, you ain't in hell enough
I'm the one that the gutters
Better tap your man, and let him know love to cut his
And niggas is gettin' down, two guns up
are, S.P. holdin' D Block down