Luyện nghe bài hát Shot Down

Grr, arf! Arf!

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

I be that yung'n that gun-ness, tellin' ya stop frontin'
I be that yung'n on the run, after I pop
In the Bible I read, death is of the
And if you about death enough death is gon' come
taught me how to flow, they shot him in the head
Randy ass was there, now he runnin'
Some say I'm gangsta, some say I'm
If you ask me I'll say I'm the hood made 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 with them Haitian 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, to bring Papi and Cat
And Montana, I kill 'em with the
I enhanced in the slammer after bangin hammers
X up? (aight!)

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

Aye yo, fuck y'all talkin' bout, think you playin' wit?
Double are, G-UNIT, the same ol' (what!)
Put the fagots in the ring, watch 'em all
All niggas 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 my nigga
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 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 to where I came from?
I'ma make you remember, where you know my name (YYea!)
Street, and blaow-blaow Ave.
I done ran through your crew and let off half, nigga!

Yeah, word,
If your head ain't offa your (uh-huh)
You get shot, you got nicked nigga (just nicked)
Cause if my chrome hit a piece of bone
It's gon' do more chip, nigga (a lot more than that)
Yea, what the fuck is the
The Porsche is red the buckets is
30 shot handguns the is starvin (yea)
like me might rush your apartment (word)
Bloodstains'll fuck up carpet, brain on the window
I smell murder every time that the blow
Tie him to the and then knock 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 love to cut his
And niggas is shot down, two guns up
Double are, S.P. holdin' D Block