Luyện nghe bài hát Shot Down

Grr, arf! Arf!

Move on over, I told ya boy
I'm a G-Unit motherfuckin' boy
And when you gon' get it in your
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, after I pop
In the Bible I read, is of the tongue
And if you talk death enough death is gon' come
Dave me how to flow, they shot him in the head
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 the hood made me
Now I can stunt my ass dead broke like JD
Or put a hundred grand on e'ry nigga that play me
See I'm with them Haitian mob niggas
They say sak passe nap boule and rob
The media be tryin' to a nigga look bad, whats up with that?
See my flick, next to Papi and Cat
And Montana, I kill 'em the grammar
I enhanced in the slammer after bangin hammers
X up? (aight!)

You don't live that, you shouldn't say
Cause what come out mouth'll get you SHOT, DOWN
Throwin money around and we don't play that
Get in our get you SHOT, DOWN (nigga)
We know you hang, we know where you stay at
That bullshit you 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 niggas talkin' bout, you playin' wit?
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!
nothin'[ but a handful of man still standin'
I remember 50 in a cypher when was "Slammin" (aight?)
Now we meet again, all good my nigga
Back to the street again, all hood my nigga
Knock on my nigga, we both walk the dog
We ain't get to where we at by luck, was hard (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 back to I came from?
make you remember, where you know my name from (YYea!)
45th Street, and Ave.
I done ran through crew and only let off half, nigga!

Yeah, word,
If your head offa your shoulders (uh-huh)
You ain't get shot, you got nigga (just nicked)
Cause if my chrome hit a piece of your
It's gon' do more than chip, nigga (a lot more that)
Yea, what the fuck is the
The Porsche is red the is Army
30 handguns the gutter is starvin (yea)
Niggas me might rush your apartment (word)
Bloodstains'll fuck up your carpet, brain on the
I smell murder every time that the blow
Tie him to the chair and then knock out his
I don't want the throne or the crown, I ain't up
You can the jail or the ground, you ain't in hell enough
I'm the one flood the gutters
Better tap your man, and let him P'll love to cut his
And niggas is gettin' shot down, two up
are, S.P. holdin' D Block down