Luyện nghe bài hát Get Shot Down

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

50

and over, i done told ya boy
im a G-Unit motherfuckin 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 tellin ya stop frontin
I be young'n on the run, after i pop sumthin
In the Bible i read, 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 he's scared,
sum say im gangsta, say im craaazy,
if u ask me, i say im wut the hood me,
now i could til my ass dead broke like JD,
or put a hundred-grand on any nigga's that play me,
see im cool the haitian 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 after bangin them hammas, X wut up

(50 Cent)
If you dont live that, then u say that
'cause wut come out yo get u SHOT DOWN
money around, and we dont play that, gettin outta line'll get u SHOT DOWN,
keep on playa hatin, we kno where u at, the bullshit u on'll get u SHOT DOWN, nigga
a few cliques, that u shouldnt play with, G-Unit Ruffryders'll get u SHOT DOWN

(Eyiooo yo, what ya niggas talkin bout, 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
Aint nothin but a of mans still standin
I 50 in a cypher, when onyx was still slammin
now we again, its all good my nigga
to the street again, its all hood my nigga,
knock on my nigga, we both walked the dog
we get to where we at by luck, shit was hard,
but once we got thru the trials, its all
til a bitch type all of a sudden get wild
now why u gots to go and take me back the way i from?
MAKE you remember, where u my name from,
45th street BLAH ave.
I done ran through crew and only let off half, nigga

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)