Luyện nghe bài hát Shot Down

Grr, arf! Arf!

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

I be that yung'n with 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 enough death is gon' come
Dave taught me how to flow, they shot him in the
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 my ass dead broke like JD
Or put a hundred grand on e'ry nigga that play me
See I'm cool with them mob niggas
They say sak passe nap 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 with the
I enhanced in the slammer after them hammers
X up? (aight!)

You don't live that, you say that
Cause what come out your 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 clips that you play with
G-Unit, Ruff get you SHOT, DOWN

Aye yo, fuck y'all niggas talkin' bout, think you playin'
are, G-UNIT, the same 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 cypher when was "Slammin" (aight?)
Now we meet again, all good my nigga
Back to the street again, it's all my nigga
Knock on wood my nigga, we both 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 nigga all of a get wild
Now why you gotsta go and take me to where I came from?
I'ma make you remember, where you my name from (YYea!)
45th Street, and Ave.
I done ran through your and only let off half, nigga!

Yeah, word,
If head ain't offa your shoulders (uh-huh)
You ain't get shot, you got nigga (just nicked)
Cause if my chrome hit a piece of bone
gon' do more than chip, nigga (a lot more than that)
Yea, what the is the problem
The Porsche is red the is Army
30 shot the gutter is starvin (yea)
like me might rush your apartment (word)
Bloodstains'll fuck up your carpet, on the window
I murder every 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