Luyện nghe bài hát Shot Down

Grr, arf! Arf!

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

I be that yung'n with gun-ness, tellin' ya stop frontin'
I be that yung'n on the run, I pop some'n
In the Bible I read, is of the tongue
And if you talk about death enough death is gon'
Dave me how to flow, they shot him in the head
Randy ass was there, now he scared
Some say I'm gangsta, some say I'm
If you ask me I'll say I'm what the 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 them mob niggas
They say sak passe nap and rob niggas
The media be tryin' to make a nigga look bad, whats up with
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
what come out your mouth'll get you SHOT, DOWN
Throwin your money around and we don't that
Get in our get you SHOT, DOWN (nigga)
We know where you hang, we know where you at
That bullshit you on'll get you SHOT,
a few clips that you shouldn't play with
G-Unit, Ruff Ryders'll get you SHOT,

Aye yo, fuck y'all niggas talkin' bout, think you wit?
Double are, G-UNIT, the ol' shit (what!)
Put the fagots in the ring, watch 'em all
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
to the street again, it's all hood my nigga
Knock on wood my nigga, we both the dog
We ain't get to where we at by luck, shit was (aight?)
But once we got through the trials all smiles
a big type nigga all of a sudden get wild
Now why you gotsta go and take me to where I came from?
I'ma you remember, where you know my name from (YYea!)
Street, and blaow-blaow Ave.
I done ran through your crew and let off half, nigga!

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