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 get it in your brain
The wide open and the dog's off the chain

I be that yung'n with that gun-ness, ya stop frontin'
I be that yung'n on the run, after I pop
In the I read, death is of the tongue
And if you talk about death enough death is gon'
Dave taught me how to flow, they 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 broke like JD
Or put a hundred grand on e'ry nigga that play me
See I'm cool with Haitian mob niggas
They say sak passe nap boule and rob
The media be tryin' to make a nigga look bad, whats up that?
See my flick, next to Papi and Cat
And Montana, I kill 'em with the
I enhanced in the after bangin them hammers
X up? (aight!)

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

Aye yo, fuck y'all niggas talkin' bout, think you playin'
are, G-UNIT, the same ol' shit (what!)
Put the fagots in the ring, 'em all quit
All niggas is pussy, suck my dick!
nothin'[ but a handful of man still standin'
I remember 50 in a cypher Onyx was "Slammin" (aight?)
Now we again, it's all good my nigga
Back to the again, it's all hood my nigga
Knock on wood my nigga, we walk the dog
We ain't get to where we at by luck, was hard (aight?)
But once we got through the trials it's all
'til a big type nigga all of a sudden get
Now why you gotsta go and me back to where I came from?
I'ma make you remember, where you know my from (YYea!)
Street, and blaow-blaow Ave.
I ran through your crew and only 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 hit a piece of your bone
It's gon' do more than chip, nigga (a lot than that)
Yea, what the is the problem
The Porsche is red the buckets is
30 shot handguns the gutter is (yea)
Niggas like me might rush your (word)
Bloodstains'll up your carpet, brain on the window
I smell murder every time that the blow
Tie him to the chair and knock out his chinbone
I don't want the throne or the crown, I ain't up
You can the jail or the ground, you ain't in hell enough
I'm the one that flood the
Better tap your man, and let him P'll love to cut his
And niggas is gettin' shot down, two up
Double are, S.P. holdin' D Block