Luyện nghe bài hát Shot Down

Grr, arf! Arf!

Move on over, I done ya boy
I'm a motherfuckin' soldier boy
And you gon' get it in your brain
The gate's open and the dog's off the chain

I be yung'n 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 enough death is gon' come
Dave taught me how to flow, they him in the head
Randy ass was there, now he runnin'
Some say I'm gangsta, some say I'm
If you ask me say I'm what the hood made me
Now I can stunt my ass dead broke like JD
Or put a hundred grand on e'ry head 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 look bad, whats up with
See my flick, next to bring and Cat
And Montana, I kill 'em the grammar
I enhanced in the slammer bangin them hammers
X up? (aight!)

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

Aye yo, y'all niggas talkin' bout, think you playin' wit?
Double are, G-UNIT, the same ol' (what!)
Put the fagots in the ring, 'em all quit
All niggas is pussy, suck my dick!
Ain't nothin'[ but a handful of man still
I 50 in a cypher when 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 my nigga, we both walk the dog
We ain't get to where we at by luck, was hard (aight?)
But once we got through the trials it's all
'til a big type nigga all of a 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!)
45th Street, and Ave.
I done ran through your crew and let off half, nigga!

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