Luyện nghe bài hát Get Shot Down

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

50

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

Uhr..Uhr

I be that young'n with the gun thats tellin ya frontin
I be that on the run, after i pop sumthin
In the i read, death is of the tongue,
If u talk about death, then is go oncoming,
jay me how to flow, shot him in the head,
randy's ass was there, now runnin scared,
sum say im gangsta, say im craaazy,
if u ask me, i say im wut the hood me,
now i stunt til my ass dead broke like JD,
or put a hundred-grand on any nigga's head play me,
see im cool with the mob niggas,
say "saapa sei my boolay", and rob niggas,
to me, u be try to make the nigga look bad, wutsup wit
see my flick, to preme, papi and cat
and montana, i em with the gramma'
i enhanced in the slamma after bangin hammas, X wut up

(50 Cent)
If you live that, then u shouldnt say that
'cause wut out yo mouth'll get u SHOT DOWN
money around, and we dont play that, gettin outta line'll get u SHOT DOWN,
keep on playa hatin, we kno u stay at, the bullshit u on'll get u SHOT DOWN, nigga
a few cliques, that u shouldnt play with, G-Unit Ruffryders'll get u SHOT DOWN

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

(Chorus)

(Styles P)
If ya aint off yo shoulders, u aint get shot, u got nipped nigga,(just nipped)
'cause if my hit a piece of ur bone,
its gonna do than chip, nigga,
yea wut the is the problem
the is red, the buckets is armed
30 shot handguns, the gutter is
niggas me might rush ur apartment
stains'll fuck up ur carpet
brain on the
i smell murder everytime that the blow
tie him to the chair and then knock out his chin
i dont the chrome to the crown, i aint sellin nothin,
u can have the jail or the ground, u aint in hell
im the one flood the gutters,
better tap ya man, and let him kno love the colors
and niggas is shot down, 2 gunz up, Double R, SP holdin D-Block down

(Chorus)