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 wide open and the dog's off the chain

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

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

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

Yeah, word,
If your ain't offa your shoulders (uh-huh)
You get shot, you got nicked nigga (just nicked)
Cause if my hit a piece of your bone
It's gon' do more than chip, nigga (a lot than that)
Yea, what the is the problem
The is red the buckets is Army
30 shot the gutter is starvin (yea)
Niggas like me might rush apartment (word)
Bloodstains'll fuck up your carpet, brain on the
I smell murder time that the wind blow
Tie him to the and then knock out his chinbone
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 love to cut his
And is gettin' shot down, two guns up
Double are, S.P. D Block down