Luyện nghe bài hát Shot Down

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

I be that yung'n with that gun-ness, 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 runnin'
Some say I'm gangsta, say, I'm crazy
If you ask me, say I'm what the hood made me

Now, I can stunt my ass dead broke like Jay-Z
Or put a hundred grand on e'ry nigga head that me
See, I'm cool with them mob niggaz
Tu say sapa say mavule, and rob

The media be tryin' to make a look bad, whassup with that?
See my flick, next to Papi and Cat
And Montana, I 'em with the grammar
I enhanced in the slammer after bangin' them hammers,
(Aight)

You live that, you shouldn't say that
'Cause what come out, your mouth'll get you down
Throwin' your around and we don't play that
Get in our line'll get you shot
(Nigga)

We know you hang, we know where you stay at
That bullshit you get you shot down
Here's a few clips that you play with
G-Unit, Ruff Ryders'll get you down

Aiyyo, y'all niggaz talkin' 'bout, think you playin' wit?
Double R, G-UNIT, the same ol'
(What?)
Put the faggots in the ring, 'em all quit
All y'all niggaz is pussy, my dick

Ain't nuttin' but a handful of man still
I remember 50 in a cypher when Onyx was
(Aight)
Now, we again, it's all good my nigga
Back to the street again, it's all hood my

on wood my nigga, we both 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 sudden get

Now, why you gotsta go and take me back to where I from?
make you remember, where you know my name from
(Yeah)
Street, and blaow, blaow, ave
I done ran through crew and only let off half, nigga

You don't live that, you say that
'Cause what come out, your mouth'll get you down
Throwin' your money around and we play that
Get in our line'll get you shot
(Nigga)

We know you hang, we know where you stay at
That you on'll get you shot down
Here's a few that you shouldn't play with
G-Unit, Ruff Ryders'll get you shot

Yeah, word,
If your head ain't your shoulders
You ain't get shot, you got nigga
(Just nicked)
'Cause if my hit a piece of your bone
It's gon' do more than chip,
(A lot than that)

Yea, the fuck is the problem?
The is red the buckets is Army
30 shot the gutter is starvin'
(Yeah)
Niggaz like me might rush your
(Word)

Bloodstains'll fuck up your carpet, on the window
I smell murder time that the wind blow
Tie him to the chair and knock out his chin bone
I don't the throne or the crown, I ain't sellin' up
You can the jail or the ground, you ain't in hell enough

I'm the one that the gutters
tap your man and let him know P'll love to cut his
And niggaz is gettin' down, two guns up
Double R, S.P. holdin' D down

You don't live that, you shouldn't say
'Cause what out, your mouth'll get you shot down
Throwin' your money around and we play that
Get in our line'll get you shot
(Nigga)

We know where you hang, we know you stay at
That you on'll get you shot down
Here's a few clips that you shouldn't with
G-Unit, Ruff Ryders'll get you shot