Luyện nghe bài hát Shot Down

Grr, arf! Arf!

Move on over, I done ya boy
I'm a motherfuckin' soldier boy
And you gon' get it in your brain
The gate's wide open and the off the chain

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

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

Aye yo, fuck y'all niggas talkin' bout, think you wit?
are, G-UNIT, the same ol' shit (what!)
Put the in the ring, watch 'em all quit
All niggas is pussy, suck my dick!
nothin'[ but a handful of man still standin'
I 50 in a cypher when Onyx was "Slammin" (aight?)
Now we meet again, it's all my nigga
Back to the street again, it's all hood my
on wood my nigga, we both walk the dog
We ain't get to where we at by luck, shit was (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 back to I came from?
I'ma make you remember, where you know my name (YYea!)
45th Street, and Ave.
I done ran through crew and only let off half, nigga!

Yeah, word,
If your head ain't offa your (uh-huh)
You get shot, you got nicked nigga (just nicked)
Cause if my chrome hit a piece of your
It's gon' do more than chip, (a lot more than that)
Yea, what the is the problem
The is red the buckets is Army
30 shot handguns the gutter is (yea)
Niggas like me rush your apartment (word)
Bloodstains'll fuck up carpet, brain on the window
I smell murder every time that the wind
Tie him to the chair and then out his chinbone
I don't want the throne or the crown, I ain't up
You can have the jail or the ground, you ain't in enough
I'm the one flood the gutters
tap your man, and let him know P'll love to cut his
And niggas is shot down, two guns up
are, S.P. holdin' D Block down