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 gun-ness, tellin' ya stop 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 shot him in the
ass was there, now he runnin' scared
Some say I'm gangsta, say I'm crazy
If you ask me I'll say I'm what the made me
Now I can stunt 'til my ass dead broke JD
Or put a hundred grand on e'ry nigga head that me
See I'm with them Haitian mob niggas
say sak passe nap boule and rob niggas
The media be tryin' to a nigga look bad, whats up with that?
See my flick, next to bring and Cat
And Montana, I kill 'em the grammar
I enhanced in the slammer bangin them hammers
X up? (aight!)

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

Aye yo, fuck y'all talkin' bout, think you playin' wit?
Double are, G-UNIT, the same ol' (what!)
Put the fagots in the ring, watch 'em all
All y'all niggas is pussy, my dick!
Ain't but a handful of man still standin'
I 50 in a cypher when Onyx was "Slammin" (aight?)
Now we meet again, all good my nigga
Back to the street again, all hood my nigga
Knock on wood my nigga, we both the dog
We ain't get to where we at by luck, was hard (aight?)
But once we got through the trials all smiles
'til a big type nigga all of a sudden get
Now why you gotsta go and take me back to where I from?
I'ma make you remember, where you my name from (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)
if my chrome 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 is red the buckets is Army
30 shot handguns the gutter is (yea)
Niggas like me rush your apartment (word)
Bloodstains'll fuck up your carpet, brain on the
I smell every time that the wind blow
Tie him to the chair and then knock out his
I don't want the throne or the crown, I sellin up
You can have the 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
are, S.P. holdin' D Block down