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 brain
The gate's wide open and the off the chain

I be that yung'n with gun-ness, tellin' ya stop frontin'
I be that yung'n on the run, after I pop
In the I read, death is of the tongue
And if you talk about enough death is gon' come
taught me how to flow, they shot him in the head
Randy ass was there, now he scared
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 broke like JD
Or put a hundred grand on e'ry nigga head that me
See I'm with them Haitian mob niggas
They say sak passe nap and rob niggas
The media be tryin' to make a nigga look bad, whats up with
See my flick, to bring Papi and Cat
And Montana, I kill 'em the grammar
I enhanced in the slammer after them hammers
X up? (aight!)

You live 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 line'll get you SHOT, (nigga)
We know where you hang, we know where you at
That you on'll get you SHOT, DOWN
Here's a few clips you shouldn't play with
G-Unit, Ruff get you SHOT, DOWN

Aye yo, fuck y'all niggas talkin' bout, you playin' wit?
Double are, G-UNIT, the same ol' (what!)
Put the fagots in the ring, watch 'em all
All y'all niggas is pussy, my dick!
Ain't but a handful of man still standin'
I 50 in a cypher when Onyx was "Slammin" (aight?)
Now we meet again, all good my nigga
Back to the street again, it's all my nigga
Knock on wood my nigga, we walk the dog
We ain't get to where we at by luck, shit was (aight?)
But once we got through the trials all smiles
'til a big type nigga all of a get wild
Now why you gotsta go and take me to where I came from?
I'ma make you remember, where you my name from (YYea!)
45th Street, and Ave.
I done ran through your and only let off half, nigga!

Yeah, word,
If your head ain't offa your (uh-huh)
You get shot, you got nicked nigga (just nicked)
Cause if my chrome hit a of your bone
It's gon' do more than chip, nigga (a lot more that)
Yea, what the fuck is the
The is red the buckets is Army
30 shot the gutter is starvin (yea)
Niggas like me might rush your (word)
Bloodstains'll up your carpet, brain on the window
I smell murder every time that the wind
Tie him to the chair and then knock out his
I don't want the or the crown, I ain't sellin up
You can have the jail or the ground, you ain't in enough
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