Luyện nghe bài hát Shot Down

Grr, arf! Arf!

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

I be that yung'n with gun-ness, tellin' ya stop frontin'
I be that on the run, after I pop some'n
In the Bible I read, is of the tongue
And if you talk death enough death is gon' come
taught me how to flow, they shot 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 dead broke JD
Or put a hundred grand on e'ry nigga head that me
See I'm cool with them Haitian mob
They say sak passe nap boule and rob
The media be to make a nigga look bad, whats up with that?
See my flick, to bring Papi and Cat
And Montana, I 'em with the grammar
I enhanced in the slammer after bangin them
X up? (aight!)

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

Aye yo, fuck y'all niggas talkin' bout, think you playin'
are, G-UNIT, the same ol' shit (what!)
Put the fagots in the ring, 'em all quit
All niggas is pussy, suck my dick!
Ain't nothin'[ but a of man still standin'
I remember 50 in a cypher Onyx was "Slammin" (aight?)
Now we again, it's all good my nigga
Back to the street again, it's all my nigga
Knock on wood my nigga, we walk the dog
We get to where we at by luck, shit 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 ran through your crew and only let off half, nigga!

Yeah, word,
If head ain't offa your shoulders (uh-huh)
You ain't get shot, you got nigga (just nicked)
Cause if my chrome hit a of your bone
It's do more than chip, nigga (a lot more than that)
Yea, what the fuck is the
The Porsche is red the is Army
30 shot the gutter is starvin (yea)
Niggas me might rush your apartment (word)
Bloodstains'll fuck up carpet, brain on the window
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 or the ground, you ain't in hell enough
I'm the one that the gutters
Better tap your man, and let him P'll love to cut his
And niggas is gettin' down, two guns up
Double are, S.P. holdin' D Block