Luyện nghe bài hát Shot Down

Grr, arf! Arf!

Move on over, I told ya boy
I'm a G-Unit 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 that gun-ness, tellin' ya 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
Dave taught me how to flow, they him in the head
ass was there, now he runnin' scared
Some say I'm gangsta, say I'm crazy
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 on e'ry nigga head that play me
See I'm cool with Haitian mob niggas
They say sak passe nap and rob niggas
The media be tryin' to make a look bad, whats up with that?
See my flick, next to bring and Cat
And Montana, I 'em with the grammar
I enhanced in the slammer bangin them hammers
X up? (aight!)

You live that, you shouldn't say that
Cause what come out your get you SHOT, DOWN
Throwin money around and we don't play that
Get in our get you SHOT, DOWN (nigga)
We know you hang, we know where you stay at
bullshit you on'll get you SHOT, DOWN
Here's a few clips you shouldn't play with
G-Unit, Ruff Ryders'll get you SHOT,

Aye yo, fuck niggas talkin' bout, think you playin' wit?
Double are, G-UNIT, the ol' shit (what!)
Put the in the ring, watch 'em all quit
All y'all niggas is pussy, my dick!
Ain't nothin'[ but a of man still standin'
I remember 50 in a cypher when was "Slammin" (aight?)
Now we meet again, it's all good my
Back to the street again, it's all my nigga
Knock on wood my nigga, we walk the dog
We ain't get to where we at by luck, shit was (aight?)
But once we got through the trials it's all
a big type 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, where you my name from (YYea!)
Street, and blaow-blaow Ave.
I ran through your crew and only let off half, nigga!

Yeah, word,
If your head offa your shoulders (uh-huh)
You ain't get shot, you got nicked (just nicked)
Cause if my chrome hit a piece of your
It's do more than chip, nigga (a lot more than that)
Yea, the fuck is the problem
The is red the buckets is Army
30 shot handguns the is starvin (yea)
Niggas like me rush your apartment (word)
fuck up your carpet, brain on the window
I smell murder time that the wind blow
Tie him to the chair and 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
tap your man, and let him know P'll love to cut his
And niggas is gettin' shot down, two up
Double are, S.P. D Block down