Luyện nghe bài hát Shot Down

Grr, arf! Arf!

Move on over, I done ya boy
I'm a motherfuckin' soldier boy
And when you gon' get it in 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 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 me how to flow, they shot him in the head
Randy ass was there, now he runnin'
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 'til my ass dead like JD
Or put a grand on e'ry nigga head that play me
See I'm cool with Haitian mob niggas
They say sak passe nap boule and rob
The media be tryin' to make a nigga bad, whats up with that?
See my flick, to bring Papi and Cat
And Montana, I 'em with the grammar
I enhanced in the slammer bangin them hammers
X up? (aight!)

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

Aye yo, y'all 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 niggas is pussy, my dick!
nothin'[ but a handful of man still standin'
I remember 50 in a cypher when was "Slammin" (aight?)
Now we meet again, it's all 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 it's all
'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 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)
Cause if my chrome hit a piece of your
It's do more than chip, nigga (a lot more than that)
Yea, what the fuck is the
The is red the buckets is Army
30 shot the gutter is starvin (yea)
like me might rush your apartment (word)
Bloodstains'll fuck up carpet, brain on the window
I smell murder every time that the 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 your man, and let him know P'll to cut his
And niggas is gettin' shot down, two up
Double are, S.P. holdin' D down