Luyện nghe bài hát Shot Down

Grr, arf! Arf!

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

I be that yung'n with that gun-ness, tellin' ya stop
I be that yung'n on the run, I pop some'n
In the Bible I read, death is of the
And if you talk death enough death is gon' come
Dave taught me how to flow, shot him in the head
Randy ass was there, now he scared
Some say I'm gangsta, some say I'm
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 grand on e'ry nigga head that play me
See I'm cool with them mob niggas
They say sak nap boule and rob niggas
The media be to make a nigga look bad, whats up with that?
See my flick, next to 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 say that
Cause what come out mouth'll get you SHOT, DOWN
Throwin money around and we don't play that
Get in our line'll get you SHOT, (nigga)
We where you hang, we know where you stay at
That bullshit you on'll get you SHOT,
Here's a few clips that you shouldn't play
G-Unit, Ruff get you SHOT, DOWN

Aye yo, fuck y'all niggas talkin' bout, you playin' wit?
Double are, G-UNIT, the same ol' (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 again, it's all good my nigga
Back to the street again, it's all my nigga
Knock on my nigga, we both walk the dog
We ain't get to where we at by luck, shit was (aight?)
But we got through the trials it's all smiles
'til a big nigga all of a sudden get wild
Now why you gotsta go and take me to where I came from?
I'ma make you remember, you know my name from (YYea!)
45th Street, and Ave.
I done ran your crew and only let off half, nigga!

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