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 u gon get it in yo brain
the gates wide open and the off the chain

Uhr..Uhr

I be that young'n with the gun thats ya stop frontin
I be that on the run, after i pop sumthin
In the Bible i read, is of the tongue,
If u about death, then death is go oncoming,
jay me how to flow, shot him in the head,
randy's ass was there, now he's 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 nigga's that play me,
see im cool with the mob niggas,
say "saapa sei my boolay", and rob niggas,
to me, u be try to the nigga look bad, wutsup wit that
see my flick, next to preme, and cat
and montana, i kill em the gramma'
i enhanced in the slamma bangin them hammas, X wut up

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

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

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

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