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 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, i pop sumthin
In the i read, death 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 stunt til my ass dead broke JD,
or put a hundred-grand on any head that play me,
see im with the haitian mob niggas,
say "saapa sei my boolay", and rob niggas,
to me, u be try to make the nigga look bad, wit that
see my flick, next to preme, and cat
and montana, i em with the gramma'
i in the slamma after bangin them hammas, X wut up

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

(Eyiooo yo, what ya niggas talkin bout, think u with?
R, G-UNIT!The same old shit,
Put the in the ring, watch em all quit,
All ya niggas is pussy, suck my
Aint nothin but a of mans still standin
I remember 50 in a cypher, when was still slammin
now we again, its all good my nigga
back to the again, its all hood my nigga,
knock on wood my nigga, we 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 sudden get
now why u gots to go and take me back the way i came
imma MAKE you remember, where u my from,
street BLAH BLAH ave.
I done ran through your crew and only let off half,

(Chorus)

(Styles P)
If ya head aint off yo shoulders, u aint get shot, u got nigga,(just nipped)
if my chrome hit a piece of ur bone,
its gonna do than chip, nigga,
yea wut the fuck is the
the porsche is red, the is armed
30 shot handguns, the gutter is
niggas like me rush ur apartment
blood stains'll fuck up ur
on the window
i smell murder everytime the wind blow
tie him to the chair and knock out his chin bone
i dont want the chrome to the crown, i aint nothin,
u can have the jail or the ground, u aint in 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, Double R, SP holdin down

(Chorus)