Luyện nghe bài hát Shot Down

Grr, arf! Arf!

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

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

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

Aye yo, fuck niggas talkin' bout, think you playin' wit?
Double are, G-UNIT, the ol' shit (what!)
Put the fagots in the ring, watch 'em all
All y'all is pussy, suck my dick!
Ain't nothin'[ but a of man still standin'
I remember 50 in a when Onyx was "Slammin" (aight?)
Now we again, it's all good my nigga
Back to the street again, it's all my nigga
Knock on my nigga, we both walk the dog
We ain't get to we at by luck, shit was hard (aight?)
But once we got through the trials all smiles
'til a big type all of a sudden get wild
Now why you go and take 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 your (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 than chip, nigga (a lot than that)
Yea, the fuck is the problem
The is red the buckets is Army
30 shot the gutter is starvin (yea)
Niggas like me might rush your (word)
Bloodstains'll fuck up carpet, brain on the window
I smell murder time that the wind blow
Tie him to the and then 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 that the gutters
Better tap your man, and let him know love to cut his
And niggas is gettin' shot down, two up
Double are, S.P. holdin' D Block