Luyện nghe bài hát Shot Down

Grr, arf! Arf!

Move on over, I done ya boy
I'm a G-Unit 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, 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 death enough death is gon' come
Dave taught me how to flow, shot him in the head
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 the hood made me
Now I can stunt my ass dead broke like JD
Or put a hundred grand on e'ry nigga that play me
See I'm cool with Haitian mob niggas
They say sak nap boule and rob niggas
The media be tryin' to make a nigga bad, whats up with that?
See my flick, to bring Papi and Cat
And Montana, I kill 'em with the
I in the slammer after bangin them hammers
X up? (aight!)

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

Aye yo, fuck y'all niggas bout, think you playin' wit?
Double are, G-UNIT, the ol' shit (what!)
Put the fagots in the ring, 'em all quit
All y'all is pussy, suck my dick!
Ain't nothin'[ but a handful of man standin'
I remember 50 in a cypher when was "Slammin" (aight?)
Now we again, it's all good my nigga
Back to the street again, it's all my nigga
Knock on my nigga, we both walk the dog
We ain't get to where we at by luck, was hard (aight?)
But once we got the trials it's all smiles
a big type nigga all of a sudden get wild
Now why you gotsta go and me back to where I came from?
I'ma you remember, where you know my name from (YYea!)
Street, and blaow-blaow Ave.
I done ran through crew and only 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)
Cause if my chrome hit a piece of your
It's gon' do more than chip, (a lot more than that)
Yea, what the fuck is the
The Porsche is red the buckets is
30 handguns the gutter is starvin (yea)
Niggas like me might rush your (word)
Bloodstains'll fuck up your carpet, on the window
I smell murder every time that the wind
Tie him to the chair and knock out his chinbone
I don't want the or the crown, I ain't sellin up
You can have the or the ground, you ain't in hell enough
I'm the one that flood the
tap your man, and let him know P'll love to cut his
And niggas is gettin' shot down, two up
Double are, S.P. holdin' D Block