Luyện nghe bài hát Shot Down

Grr, arf! Arf!

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

I be that yung'n with that gun-ness, tellin' ya stop
I be yung'n on the run, after I pop some'n
In the Bible I read, is of the tongue
And if you about death enough death is gon' come
Dave taught me how to flow, they him in the head
Randy ass was there, now he scared
say I'm gangsta, some say I'm crazy
If you ask me I'll say I'm what the hood me
Now I can stunt 'til my ass broke like JD
Or put a hundred grand on e'ry nigga head play me
See I'm cool with them mob niggas
They say sak passe nap and rob niggas
The media be tryin' to make a nigga look bad, whats up with
See my flick, next to bring and Cat
And Montana, I 'em with the grammar
I in the slammer after bangin 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 around and we don't play that
Get in our get you SHOT, DOWN (nigga)
We know where you hang, we 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, y'all niggas talkin' bout, think 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 cypher 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 we at by luck, shit was hard (aight?)
But once we got the trials it's all smiles
'til a big type all of a sudden get wild
Now why you gotsta go and take me back to where I from?
I'ma make you remember, you know my name from (YYea!)
Street, and blaow-blaow Ave.
I done ran through your crew and let off half, nigga!

Yeah, word,
If your ain't offa your 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 than chip, nigga (a lot more than that)
Yea, what the is the problem
The Porsche is red the is Army
30 shot handguns the gutter is (yea)
Niggas me might rush your apartment (word)
Bloodstains'll fuck up your carpet, brain on the
I smell every time that the wind blow
Tie him to the chair and then out his chinbone
I don't want the throne or the crown, I sellin up
You can have the jail or the ground, you 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 shot down, two guns up
Double are, S.P. holdin' D Block