Luyện nghe bài hát Get Shot Down

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

50

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

Uhr..Uhr

I be that young'n with the gun tellin ya stop frontin
I be that young'n on the run, after i pop
In the Bible i read, is of the tongue,
If u talk death, then death is go oncoming,
jay me how to flow, shot him in the head,
ass was there, now he's 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 the nigga look bad, wutsup wit that
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 come out yo mouth'll get u SHOT
money around, and we dont play that, gettin outta line'll get u SHOT DOWN,
keep on playa hatin, we kno where u stay at, the bullshit u on'll get u SHOT DOWN,
heres a few cliques, that u play with, G-Unit Ruffryders'll get u SHOT DOWN

(Eyiooo yo, what ya niggas bout, think u playin with?
R, G-UNIT!The same old shit,
Put the faggots in the ring, em all quit,
All ya niggas is pussy, suck my
Aint nothin but a of mans still standin
I remember 50 in a cypher, onyx was still slammin
now we again, its all good my nigga
to the street again, its all hood my nigga,
knock on my nigga, we both walked the dog
we aint get to where we at by luck, was hard,
but we got thru the trials, its all smiles
til a bitch nigga all of a sudden get wild
now why u to go and take me back the way i came from?
MAKE you remember, where u my name from,
45th street BLAH ave.
I ran through your crew and only let off half, nigga

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(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 more chip, nigga,
yea wut the is the problem
the porsche is red, the buckets is
30 shot handguns, the gutter is
like me might rush ur apartment
blood stains'll fuck up ur
on the window
i smell everytime that the wind blow
tie him to the chair and then out his chin bone
i want the chrome to the crown, i aint sellin nothin,
u can the jail or the ground, u aint in hell enough
im the one that the gutters,
better tap ya man, and let him kno P'll love the
and niggas is gettin shot down, 2 up, Double R, SP holdin D-Block down

(Chorus)