Luyện nghe bài hát Shot Down

Grr, arf! Arf!

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

I be yung'n with that gun-ness, tellin' ya stop frontin'
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 about death enough death is come
Dave 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 like JD
Or put a hundred grand on e'ry head that play me
See I'm cool with them mob niggas
They say sak passe nap boule and rob
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 the grammar
I enhanced in the slammer after bangin them
X up? (aight!)

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

Aye yo, fuck y'all niggas talkin' bout, think you playin'
Double are, G-UNIT, the same ol' (what!)
Put the in the ring, watch 'em all quit
All niggas is pussy, suck my dick!
Ain't nothin'[ but a handful of man 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 hood my
Knock on my nigga, we both walk the dog
We ain't get to we at by luck, shit was hard (aight?)
But once we got through the trials all smiles
'til a big nigga all of a sudden get wild
Now why you gotsta go and take me back to I came from?
I'ma make you remember, where you my name from (YYea!)
45th Street, and Ave.
I done ran through your crew and 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
gon' do more than chip, nigga (a lot more than that)
Yea, the fuck is the problem
The Porsche is red the is Army
30 shot the gutter is starvin (yea)
Niggas like me rush your apartment (word)
Bloodstains'll fuck up carpet, brain on the window
I smell murder every that the wind blow
Tie him to the and then knock out his chinbone
I don't the throne or the crown, I ain't sellin up
You can have the or the ground, you ain't in hell enough
I'm the one that flood the
Better tap man, and let him know P'll love to cut his
And niggas is gettin' shot down, two up
Double are, S.P. D Block down