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 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, death is of the
And if you talk death enough death is gon' come
Dave me how to flow, they shot him in the head
ass was there, now he runnin' 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 'til my ass broke like JD
Or put a hundred grand on e'ry nigga head that me
See I'm with them Haitian mob niggas
say sak passe nap boule and rob niggas
The media be tryin' to make a look bad, whats up with that?
See my flick, next to Papi and Cat
And Montana, I kill 'em the grammar
I enhanced in the slammer after them hammers
X up? (aight!)

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

Aye yo, fuck y'all talkin' bout, think you playin' wit?
are, G-UNIT, the same ol' shit (what!)
Put the fagots in the ring, 'em all quit
All y'all niggas is pussy, 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, it's all good my
Back to the street again, it's all my nigga
Knock on wood my nigga, we walk the dog
We ain't get to where we at by luck, was hard (aight?)
But once we got through the trials it's all
'til a big nigga all of a sudden get wild
Now why you gotsta go and take me back to I came from?
I'ma make you remember, where you know my name (YYea!)
Street, and blaow-blaow Ave.
I done ran through crew and only let off half, nigga!

Yeah, word,
If your head ain't offa shoulders (uh-huh)
You get shot, you got nicked nigga (just nicked)
Cause if my 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 buckets is
30 shot handguns the is starvin (yea)
Niggas like me might rush apartment (word)
fuck up your carpet, brain on the window
I smell every time that the wind blow
Tie him to the chair and then knock out his
I don't the throne or the crown, I ain't sellin up
You can have the jail or the ground, you ain't in enough
I'm the one flood the gutters
Better tap your man, and let him know P'll to cut his
And niggas is shot down, two guns up
Double are, S.P. D Block down