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 gate's wide and the dog's off the chain

I be that yung'n with that gun-ness, tellin' ya stop
I be yung'n on the run, after I pop some'n
In the I read, death is of the tongue
And if you talk about death enough 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 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 play me
See I'm cool with them Haitian mob
They say sak nap boule and rob niggas
The media be tryin' to make a look bad, whats up with that?
See my flick, to bring Papi and Cat
And Montana, I kill 'em with the
I enhanced in the slammer after bangin them
X up? (aight!)

You don't live that, you say that
Cause what out your mouth'll get you SHOT, DOWN
your money around and we don't play that
Get in our get you SHOT, DOWN (nigga)
We know where you hang, we know where you at
That bullshit you get you SHOT, DOWN
Here's a few clips 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 same ol' (what!)
Put the in the ring, watch 'em all quit
All y'all niggas is pussy, my dick!
nothin'[ but a handful of man still standin'
I remember 50 in a when Onyx was "Slammin" (aight?)
Now we meet again, it's all good my
Back to the street again, all hood my nigga
Knock on wood my nigga, we walk the dog
We ain't get to where we at by luck, was hard (aight?)
But we got through 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?
I'ma make you remember, you know my name from (YYea!)
Street, and blaow-blaow Ave.
I done ran through your crew and let off half, nigga!

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