Luyện nghe bài hát Get Shot Down

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

50

and over, i done told ya boy
im a motherfuckin soldier boy
now when u gon get it in yo
the gates wide and the dogs off the chain

Uhr..Uhr

I be that young'n with the gun thats tellin ya stop
I be that young'n on the run, after i pop
In the Bible i read, is of the tongue,
If u talk about death, death is go oncoming,
jay me how to flow, shot him in the head,
ass was there, now he's runnin scared,
sum say im gangsta, say im craaazy,
if u ask me, i say im wut the hood me,
now i could stunt til my ass dead broke JD,
or put a hundred-grand on any nigga's head play me,
see im cool with the mob niggas,
say "saapa sei my boolay", and rob niggas,
to me, u be try to make the look bad, wutsup wit that
see my flick, next to preme, and cat
and montana, i em with the gramma'
i enhanced in the slamma after bangin 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 that, gettin outta line'll get u SHOT DOWN,
keep on playa hatin, we kno where u stay at, the bullshit u get u SHOT DOWN, nigga
heres a few cliques, that u shouldnt play with, G-Unit Ruffryders'll get u SHOT

(Eyiooo yo, ya niggas talkin bout, think u playin with?
R, G-UNIT!The same old shit,
Put the faggots in the ring, em all quit,
All ya niggas is pussy, suck my
nothin but a handful of mans still standin
I remember 50 in a cypher, onyx was still slammin
now we meet again, its all good my
back to the again, its all hood my nigga,
on wood my nigga, we both walked the dog
we aint get to we at by luck, shit was hard,
but we got thru the trials, its all smiles
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 MAKE you remember, where u my from,
45th street BLAH ave.
I done ran through your crew and let off half, nigga

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

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