Luyện nghe bài hát Shot Down

Grr, arf! Arf!

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

I be that yung'n with that gun-ness, tellin' ya frontin'
I be yung'n on the run, after I pop some'n
In the Bible I read, death is of the
And if you talk death enough death is gon' come
Dave taught me how to flow, they shot him in the
ass was there, now he runnin' scared
Some say I'm gangsta, some say I'm
If you ask me I'll say I'm what the 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 them Haitian mob niggas
They say sak passe nap and rob niggas
The media be tryin' to a nigga look bad, whats up with that?
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 mouth'll get you SHOT,
Throwin your 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
bullshit you on'll get you SHOT, DOWN
Here's a few clips you shouldn't play with
G-Unit, Ryders'll get you SHOT, DOWN

Aye yo, fuck y'all niggas talkin' bout, think you wit?
are, G-UNIT, the same ol' shit (what!)
Put the fagots in the ring, 'em all quit
All y'all niggas is pussy, 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 street again, it's all hood my
on wood my nigga, we both 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
'til a big type nigga all of a get wild
Now why you go and take me back to where I came from?
make you remember, where you know my name from (YYea!)
45th Street, and Ave.
I done ran through your and only let off half, nigga!

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