Luyện nghe bài hát Shot Down

Grr, arf! Arf!

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

I be that with that 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 about death 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 grand on e'ry nigga head that play me
See I'm cool them Haitian mob niggas
say sak passe nap boule and rob niggas
The media be tryin' to make a nigga bad, whats up with that?
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
what 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 where you hang, we know where you stay at
That bullshit you on'll get you SHOT,
a few clips that you shouldn't play with
G-Unit, Ruff Ryders'll get you SHOT,

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, watch 'em all
All niggas is pussy, suck my dick!
nothin'[ but a handful of man still standin'
I remember 50 in a cypher Onyx was "Slammin" (aight?)
Now we meet again, it's all my nigga
to the street again, it's all hood my nigga
Knock on wood my nigga, we both the dog
We get to where we at by luck, shit was hard (aight?)
But once we got the trials it's all smiles
'til a big nigga all of a sudden get wild
Now why you gotsta go and take me back to where I came
I'ma make you remember, you know my name from (YYea!)
45th Street, and Ave.
I done ran through your and only let off half, nigga!

Yeah, word,
If head ain't offa your 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, nigga (a lot more that)
Yea, what the is the problem
The is red the buckets is Army
30 shot handguns the gutter is (yea)
Niggas me might rush your apartment (word)
Bloodstains'll fuck up your carpet, brain on the
I smell every time that the wind blow
Tie him to the chair and knock out his chinbone
I want the throne 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 flood the gutters
tap your man, and let him know P'll love to cut his
And niggas is gettin' down, two guns up
Double are, S.P. holdin' D Block