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 wide open and the dog's off the chain

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 death enough death is gon' come
Dave me how to flow, they shot him in the head
Randy ass was there, now he runnin'
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 'til my ass broke like JD
Or put a hundred grand on e'ry nigga head that 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 bad, whats up with that?
See my flick, to bring Papi and Cat
And Montana, I 'em with the grammar
I enhanced in the slammer after bangin hammers
X up? (aight!)

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

Aye yo, y'all niggas talkin' bout, think you playin' wit?
are, G-UNIT, the same ol' shit (what!)
Put the in the ring, watch 'em all quit
All y'all niggas is pussy, my dick!
Ain't nothin'[ but a handful of man standin'
I 50 in a cypher when 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, was hard (aight?)
But once we got through the trials all smiles
'til a big nigga all of a sudden get wild
Now why you gotsta go and take me back to where I came
I'ma make you remember, where you know my from (YYea!)
Street, and blaow-blaow Ave.
I done ran your crew and only let off half, nigga!

Yeah, word,
If your ain't offa your shoulders (uh-huh)
You ain't get shot, you got nicked (just nicked)
Cause if my hit a piece of your bone
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 shot handguns the is starvin (yea)
Niggas like me might rush 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 knock out his
I don't want the throne or the crown, I ain't up
You can have the jail or the ground, you ain't in enough
I'm the one that 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