Luyện nghe bài hát Shot Down

Grr, arf! Arf!

Move on over, I done ya boy
I'm a G-Unit soldier boy
And when you 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 on the run, after I pop some'n
In the I read, death is of the tongue
And if you talk about death enough death is come
Dave taught me how to flow, shot him in the head
Randy ass was there, now he runnin'
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 'til my ass dead broke like JD
Or put a hundred grand on e'ry nigga that play me
See I'm cool with them mob niggas
say sak passe nap boule 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 enhanced in the slammer after bangin hammers
X up? (aight!)

You don't that, you shouldn't say that
Cause what come out mouth'll get you SHOT, DOWN
Throwin money around and we don't play that
Get in our get you SHOT, DOWN (nigga)
We know you hang, we know where you stay at
That bullshit you get you SHOT, DOWN
Here's a few clips that you 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 in the ring, watch 'em all quit
All y'all is pussy, suck my dick!
nothin'[ but a handful of man still standin'
I 50 in a cypher when Onyx was "Slammin" (aight?)
Now we meet again, it's all my nigga
Back to the street again, it's all hood my
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 through the trials all smiles
'til a big type nigga all of a get wild
Now why you gotsta go and take me back to I came from?
make you remember, where you know my name from (YYea!)
45th Street, and Ave.
I done ran through crew and only let off half, nigga!

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