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 wide open and the dog's off the

I be yung'n with that gun-ness, tellin' ya stop frontin'
I be that yung'n on the run, I pop some'n
In the Bible I read, death is of the
And if you talk about death enough death is gon'
Dave taught me how to flow, 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 the hood made me
Now I can stunt 'til my ass dead broke JD
Or put a hundred grand on e'ry 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 look bad, up with that?
See my flick, next to Papi and Cat
And Montana, I 'em with the grammar
I in the slammer after bangin them hammers
X up? (aight!)

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

Aye yo, fuck y'all niggas talkin' bout, think you wit?
are, G-UNIT, the same ol' shit (what!)
Put the in the ring, watch 'em all quit
All y'all is pussy, suck my dick!
Ain't nothin'[ but a handful of man still
I remember 50 in a cypher Onyx was "Slammin" (aight?)
Now we again, it's all good my nigga
Back to the again, it's all hood my nigga
Knock on wood my nigga, we both the dog
We ain't get to 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?
make you remember, where you know my name from (YYea!)
45th Street, and Ave.
I done ran 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 piece of bone
It's do more than chip, nigga (a lot more than that)
Yea, what the fuck is the
The Porsche is red the buckets is
30 shot handguns the gutter is (yea)
Niggas like me rush your apartment (word)
Bloodstains'll fuck up carpet, brain on the window
I smell murder every time 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 the jail or the ground, you ain't in hell enough
I'm the one flood the gutters
Better tap 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