Luyện nghe bài hát Get Shot Down

DMX Errrrrrrrrrrr......Uhr..Uhr

50

and over, i done told ya boy
im a motherfuckin soldier boy
now u gon get it in yo brain
the gates wide and the dogs off the chain

Uhr..Uhr

I be that young'n with the gun thats tellin ya stop
I be that on the run, after i pop sumthin
In the i read, death is of the tongue,
If u talk death, then death is go oncoming,
jay me how to flow, shot him in the head,
ass was there, now he's runnin scared,
sum say im gangsta, say im craaazy,
if u ask me, i say im wut the hood me,
now i could stunt til my ass dead like JD,
or put a hundred-grand on any nigga's that play me,
see im cool the haitian mob niggas,
say "saapa sei my boolay", and rob niggas,
to me, u be try to make the nigga bad, wutsup wit that
see my flick, next to preme, and cat
and montana, i kill em the gramma'
i enhanced in the slamma after bangin 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 dont play that, gettin outta line'll get u DOWN,
keep on playa hatin, we kno where u stay at, the u on'll get u SHOT DOWN, nigga
heres a few cliques, that u play with, G-Unit Ruffryders'll get u SHOT DOWN

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

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(Styles P)
If ya head aint off yo shoulders, u get shot, u got nipped nigga,(just nipped)
'cause if my chrome hit a 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 gutter is
niggas like me might rush ur
stains'll fuck up ur carpet
brain on the
i smell murder everytime that the wind
tie him to the chair and then out his chin bone
i dont want the chrome to the crown, i aint nothin,
u can have the jail or the ground, u aint in enough
im the one flood the gutters,
better tap ya man, and let him kno love the colors
and niggas is gettin shot down, 2 up, Double R, SP holdin D-Block down

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