Luyện nghe bài hát Shot Down

Grr, arf! Arf!

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

I be that yung'n that gun-ness, tellin' ya stop frontin'
I be yung'n on the run, after I pop some'n
In the I read, death is of the tongue
And if you talk about death enough death is come
taught me how to flow, they 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 what the hood me
Now I can stunt 'til my ass 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 passe nap boule and rob
The media be to make a nigga look bad, whats up with that?
See my flick, next to bring 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 mouth'll get you SHOT,
Throwin your money around and we play that
Get in our line'll get you SHOT, (nigga)
We know where you hang, we where you stay at
That bullshit you on'll get you SHOT,
Here's a few clips you shouldn't play with
G-Unit, Ryders'll get you SHOT, DOWN

Aye yo, y'all niggas talkin' bout, think you playin' wit?
Double are, G-UNIT, the ol' shit (what!)
Put the fagots in the ring, watch 'em all
All y'all niggas is pussy, my dick!
Ain't nothin'[ but a of man still standin'
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 hood my
Knock on my nigga, we both walk the dog
We ain't get to where we at by luck, was hard (aight?)
But once we got the trials it's all smiles
'til a big type all of a sudden get wild
Now why you gotsta go and take me back to I came from?
make you remember, where you know my name from (YYea!)
45th Street, and Ave.
I done ran through your crew and let off half, nigga!

Yeah, word,
If your head ain't offa your (uh-huh)
You ain't get shot, you got nicked (just nicked)
Cause if my chrome hit a piece of bone
It's gon' do 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)
like me might rush your apartment (word)
Bloodstains'll up your 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 the throne or the crown, I ain't sellin up
You can have the jail or the ground, you ain't in enough
I'm the one flood the gutters
Better tap man, and let him know P'll love to cut his
And niggas is shot down, two guns up
are, S.P. holdin' D Block down