Luyện nghe bài hát Get Shot Down

DMX Errrrrrrrrrrr......Uhr..Uhr

50

and over, i done told ya boy
im a G-Unit motherfuckin boy
now when u gon get it in yo
the gates wide open and the dogs off the

Uhr..Uhr

I be that young'n with the gun thats tellin ya stop
I be that on the run, after i pop sumthin
In the i read, death is of the tongue,
If u talk death, then death is go oncoming,
jay me how to flow, shot him in the head,
randy's ass was there, now runnin scared,
sum say im gangsta, say im craaazy,
if u ask me, i say im wut the made me,
now i could til my ass dead broke like JD,
or put a hundred-grand on any head that play me,
see im with the haitian mob niggas,
say "saapa sei my boolay", and rob niggas,
to me, u be try to make the look bad, wutsup wit that
see my flick, next to preme, and cat
and montana, i em with the gramma'
i enhanced in the slamma after them hammas, X wut up

(50 Cent)
If you dont live that, u shouldnt say that
'cause wut come out yo mouth'll get u SHOT
handin money around, and we dont play that, outta line'll get u SHOT DOWN,
on playa hatin, we kno where u stay at, the bullshit u on'll get u SHOT DOWN, nigga
heres a few cliques, that u shouldnt play with, G-Unit Ruffryders'll get u SHOT

(Eyiooo yo, what ya niggas talkin bout, think u playin
R, G-UNIT!The same old shit,
Put the in the ring, watch em all quit,
All ya is pussy, suck my dick
Aint nothin but a handful of mans still
I remember 50 in a cypher, onyx was still slammin
now we meet again, its all my nigga
to the street again, its all hood my nigga,
knock on wood my nigga, we walked the dog
we aint get to we at by luck, shit was hard,
but once we got thru the trials, its all
til a bitch type all of a sudden get wild
now why u gots to go and take me back the way i from?
MAKE you remember, where u my name from,
45th BLAH BLAH ave.
I ran through your crew and only let off half, nigga

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(Styles P)
If ya aint off yo shoulders, u aint get shot, u got nipped nigga,(just nipped)
'cause if my chrome hit a of ur bone,
its gonna do than chip, nigga,
yea wut the is the problem
the is red, the buckets is armed
30 shot handguns, the is starvin
niggas like me might rush ur
blood stains'll fuck up ur
on the window
i murder everytime that the wind blow
tie him to the chair and then out his chin bone
i dont want the chrome to the crown, i sellin nothin,
u can have the jail or the ground, u aint in enough
im the one that the gutters,
better tap ya man, and let him kno P'll the colors
and niggas is gettin down, 2 gunz up, Double R, SP holdin D-Block down

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