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 your
The wide open and the dog's off the chain

I be that yung'n with that gun-ness, ya stop frontin'
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 taught me how to flow, shot him in the head
Randy ass was there, now he runnin'
say I'm gangsta, some say I'm crazy
If you ask me I'll say I'm the hood made me
Now I can stunt 'til my ass dead like JD
Or put a grand on e'ry nigga head that play me
See I'm cool with them mob niggas
They say sak passe nap boule and rob
The media be to make a nigga look bad, whats up with that?
See my flick, next to bring and Cat
And Montana, I kill 'em with the
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 money around and we don't that
Get in our get you SHOT, DOWN (nigga)
We know you hang, we know where you stay at
That you on'll get you SHOT, DOWN
Here's a few clips that you shouldn't play
G-Unit, Ruff Ryders'll get you SHOT,

Aye yo, fuck y'all niggas talkin' bout, think you wit?
Double are, G-UNIT, the same ol' (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 Onyx was "Slammin" (aight?)
Now we meet again, it's all good my
Back to the again, it's all hood my nigga
Knock on wood my nigga, we walk the dog
We get to where we at by luck, shit was hard (aight?)
But we got through the trials it's all smiles
'til a big type nigga all of a sudden get
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 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 more than chip, (a lot more than that)
Yea, the fuck is the problem
The Porsche is red the is Army
30 shot the gutter is starvin (yea)
Niggas like me might rush apartment (word)
Bloodstains'll fuck up carpet, brain on the window
I smell murder 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 the jail 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
Double are, S.P. D Block down