Luyện nghe bài hát Get Shot Down

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

50

Over and over, i done ya boy
im a motherfuckin soldier boy
now u gon get it in yo brain
the wide open and the dogs off the chain

Uhr..Uhr

I be that young'n with the gun thats ya stop frontin
I be that young'n on the run, after i pop
In the i read, death is of the tongue,
If u about death, then death is go oncoming,
jay taught me how to flow, him in the head,
randy's ass was there, now 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 with the haitian mob niggas,
say "saapa sei my boolay", and rob niggas,
to me, u be try to make the nigga bad, wutsup wit that
see my flick, next to preme, and cat
and montana, i kill em with the
i enhanced in the slamma after them hammas, X wut up

(50 Cent)
If you dont that, then u shouldnt say that
'cause wut come out yo mouth'll get u DOWN
handin money around, and we dont play that, outta line'll get u SHOT DOWN,
keep on playa hatin, we kno where u stay at, the u on'll get u SHOT DOWN, nigga
heres a few cliques, that u shouldnt play with, 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 in the ring, watch em all quit,
All ya niggas is pussy, my dick
Aint nothin but a handful of still standin
I 50 in a cypher, when onyx was still slammin
now we meet again, its all good my
to the street again, its all hood my nigga,
knock on wood my nigga, we walked the dog
we aint get to where we at by luck, was hard,
but once we got thru the trials, its all
til a bitch type nigga all of a get wild
now why u gots to go and me back the way i came from?
imma you remember, where u my name from,
45th BLAH BLAH ave.
I done ran through your crew and let off half, nigga

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(Styles P)
If ya head off yo shoulders, u aint get shot, u got nipped nigga,(just nipped)
if my chrome hit a piece of ur bone,
its gonna do than chip, nigga,
yea wut the is the problem
the is red, the buckets is armed
30 handguns, the gutter is starvin
niggas me might rush ur apartment
blood stains'll fuck up ur
on the window
i smell murder everytime the wind blow
tie him to the chair and knock out his chin bone
i dont the chrome to the crown, i aint sellin nothin,
u can have the jail or the ground, u aint in hell
im the one flood the gutters,
better tap ya man, and let him kno love the colors
and niggas is gettin shot down, 2 gunz up, R, SP holdin D-Block down

(Chorus)