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 gon' get it in brain
The gate's wide and the dog's off the chain

I be yung'n with that gun-ness, tellin' ya stop frontin'
I be yung'n on the run, after I pop some'n
In the Bible I read, is of the tongue
And if you about death enough death is gon' come
Dave taught me how to flow, they him in the head
ass was there, now he runnin' scared
Some say I'm gangsta, some say I'm
If you ask me say I'm what the hood made me
Now I can stunt my ass dead broke like JD
Or put a hundred on e'ry nigga head that play me
See I'm cool with them mob niggas
They say sak nap boule and rob niggas
The media be tryin' to make a look bad, whats up with that?
See my flick, next to bring and Cat
And Montana, I kill 'em with the
I enhanced in the slammer after them hammers
X up? (aight!)

You don't that, you shouldn't say that
what come out your mouth'll get you SHOT, DOWN
Throwin your money and we don't play that
Get in our line'll get you SHOT, (nigga)
We know where you hang, we know where you at
That bullshit you get you SHOT, DOWN
a few clips that 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 in the ring, watch 'em all quit
All y'all niggas is pussy, my dick!
Ain't nothin'[ but a of man still standin'
I remember 50 in a cypher Onyx was "Slammin" (aight?)
Now we meet again, it's all good my
Back to the street again, it's all hood my
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 all of a sudden get wild
Now why you go and take me back 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 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)
Cause if my hit a piece of your bone
It's do more than chip, nigga (a lot more than that)
Yea, what the is the problem
The Porsche is red the buckets is
30 shot handguns the gutter is (yea)
Niggas like me rush your apartment (word)
Bloodstains'll up your carpet, brain on the window
I smell every time that the wind blow
Tie him to the chair and then knock out his
I want the throne or the crown, I ain't sellin up
You can have the or the ground, you ain't in hell enough
I'm the one that flood the
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