Luyện nghe bài hát Shot Down

Grr, arf! Arf!

Move on over, I told ya boy
I'm a G-Unit soldier boy
And you gon' get it in your brain
The gate's wide open and the off the chain

I be that yung'n with that gun-ness, tellin' ya frontin'
I be yung'n on the run, after I pop some'n
In the Bible I read, is of the tongue
And if you talk about death enough death is gon'
Dave taught me how to flow, they shot him in the
ass was there, now he runnin' scared
Some say I'm gangsta, some say I'm
If you ask me I'll say I'm the hood made me
Now I can stunt my ass dead broke like JD
Or put a hundred grand on e'ry nigga head that me
See I'm cool with them 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 after bangin them
X up? (aight!)

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

Aye yo, fuck y'all niggas 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!
nothin'[ but a handful of man still standin'
I remember 50 in a cypher Onyx was "Slammin" (aight?)
Now we meet again, it's all good my
Back to the street again, it's all hood my
Knock on my nigga, we both walk the dog
We get to where we at by luck, shit was hard (aight?)
But once we got through the it's all smiles
'til a big type all of a sudden get wild
Now why you gotsta go and take me back to where I from?
I'ma make you remember, where you know my name (YYea!)
Street, and blaow-blaow Ave.
I done ran your crew and only let off half, nigga!

Yeah, word,
If your head ain't offa shoulders (uh-huh)
You ain't get shot, you got nigga (just nicked)
Cause if my hit a piece of your bone
It's gon' do more than chip, (a lot more than that)
Yea, what the is the problem
The Porsche is red the buckets is
30 shot handguns the is starvin (yea)
Niggas like me rush your apartment (word)
Bloodstains'll fuck up your carpet, on the window
I smell murder every time that the wind
Tie him to the chair and then out his chinbone
I don't want the or the crown, I ain't sellin 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 shot down, two guns up
Double are, S.P. holdin' D down