Luyện nghe bài hát Shot Down

Grr, arf! Arf!

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

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

You don't that, you shouldn't 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
That bullshit you 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 wit?
Double are, G-UNIT, the ol' shit (what!)
Put the fagots in the ring, 'em all quit
All y'all is pussy, suck my dick!
Ain't nothin'[ but a handful of man standin'
I remember 50 in a when Onyx was "Slammin" (aight?)
Now we meet again, it's all good my
Back to the again, it's all hood 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 go and take me back to where I came from?
I'ma make you remember, you know my name from (YYea!)
Street, and blaow-blaow Ave.
I done ran through crew 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)
if my chrome hit a piece of your bone
It's gon' do more than chip, nigga (a lot more 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 your apartment (word)
fuck up your carpet, brain on the window
I smell murder every that the wind blow
Tie him to the chair and then out his chinbone
I don't want the 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 flood the gutters
tap your man, and let him know P'll love to cut his
And niggas is shot down, two guns up
Double are, S.P. holdin' D down