Luyện nghe bài hát Shot Down

Grr, arf! Arf!

Move on over, I done ya boy
I'm a motherfuckin' soldier boy
And when you gon' get it in your
The gate's wide and the dog's off the chain

I be that yung'n with gun-ness, tellin' ya stop frontin'
I be that yung'n on the run, after I pop
In the Bible I read, is of the tongue
And if you talk about enough death is gon' come
taught 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 nigga that play me
See I'm cool with them mob niggas
They say sak passe nap and rob niggas
The media be tryin' to make a nigga look bad, whats up that?
See my flick, next to bring and Cat
And Montana, I kill 'em the grammar
I enhanced in the slammer after 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 money around and we don't play that
Get in our get you SHOT, DOWN (nigga)
We where you hang, we know where you stay at
That you on'll get you SHOT, DOWN
Here's a few clips that you shouldn't with
G-Unit, Ruff get you SHOT, DOWN

Aye yo, fuck y'all niggas talkin' bout, think you 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 standin'
I remember 50 in a cypher Onyx was "Slammin" (aight?)
Now we meet again, it's all my nigga
Back to the street again, all hood my nigga
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 nigga all of a get wild
Now why you gotsta go and take me back to where I came
I'ma make you remember, 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 your shoulders (uh-huh)
You ain't get shot, you got nigga (just nicked)
Cause if my chrome hit a piece of your
gon' do more than chip, nigga (a lot more than that)
Yea, what the is the problem
The is red the buckets is Army
30 shot handguns the gutter is (yea)
Niggas like me might rush your (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 want the throne or the crown, I sellin up
You can have the jail or the ground, you ain't in hell
I'm the one that the gutters
Better tap your man, and let him know love to cut his
And niggas is gettin' shot down, two up
are, S.P. holdin' D Block down