Luyện nghe bài hát Shot Down

Grr, arf! Arf!

Move on over, I told ya boy
I'm a motherfuckin' soldier 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 that gun-ness, tellin' ya stop frontin'
I be yung'n on the run, after I pop some'n
In the I read, death 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 'til my ass dead like JD
Or put a hundred grand on nigga head that play me
See I'm cool with Haitian mob niggas
They say sak nap boule and rob niggas
The media be tryin' to a nigga look bad, whats up with that?
See my flick, to bring Papi and Cat
And Montana, I kill 'em with the
I enhanced in the slammer bangin them hammers
X up? (aight!)

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

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

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