Luyện nghe bài hát Shot Down

Grr, arf! Arf!

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

I be that with that 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 death death 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 the hood made me
Now I can stunt 'til my ass broke like 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 a nigga look bad, whats up with that?
See my flick, to bring Papi and Cat
And Montana, I kill 'em the grammar
I in the slammer after bangin them hammers
X up? (aight!)

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

Aye yo, fuck y'all niggas talkin' bout, you playin' wit?
are, G-UNIT, the same ol' shit (what!)
Put the fagots in the ring, watch 'em all
All y'all niggas is pussy, my dick!
Ain't nothin'[ but a handful of man still
I remember 50 in a when Onyx 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, was hard (aight?)
But once we got through the trials it's all
'til a big type nigga all of a get wild
Now why you go and take me back to where I came from?
I'ma make you remember, where you know my from (YYea!)
45th Street, and Ave.
I ran through your crew and only let off half, nigga!

Yeah, word,
If head ain't offa your shoulders (uh-huh)
You ain't get shot, you got nicked (just nicked)
Cause if my chrome hit a piece of bone
It's gon' do more chip, nigga (a lot more than that)
Yea, what the is the problem
The Porsche is red the buckets is
30 shot the gutter is starvin (yea)
Niggas me might rush your 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 throne or the crown, I sellin up
You can have the or the ground, you ain't in hell enough
I'm the one that the gutters
Better tap your man, and let him P'll love to cut his
And niggas is shot down, two guns up
Double are, S.P. holdin' D down