Luyện nghe bài hát Get Shot Down

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

50

Over and over, i 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 thats ya stop frontin
I be that on the run, after i pop sumthin
In the i read, death is of the tongue,
If u talk about death, death is go oncoming,
jay taught me how to flow, him in the head,
randy's ass was there, now runnin scared,
sum say im gangsta, say im craaazy,
if u ask me, i say im wut the made me,
now i could stunt til my ass broke like 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 bad, wutsup wit that
see my flick, next to preme, and cat
and montana, i kill em with the
i in the slamma 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
handin money around, and we play that, gettin outta line'll get u SHOT DOWN,
keep on playa hatin, we kno where u stay at, the bullshit u get u SHOT DOWN, nigga
heres a few cliques, that u shouldnt with, G-Unit Ruffryders'll get u SHOT DOWN

(Eyiooo yo, what ya niggas talkin bout, think u with?
Double R, G-UNIT!The old shit,
Put the faggots in the ring, em all quit,
All ya is pussy, suck my dick
Aint but a handful of mans still standin
I remember 50 in a cypher, onyx was still slammin
now we meet again, its all good my
to the street again, its all hood my nigga,
knock on my nigga, we both walked the dog
we aint get to where we at by luck, was hard,
but once we got thru the trials, its all
til a bitch type nigga all of a get wild
now why u to go and take me back the way i came from?
imma MAKE you remember, u my name from,
45th BLAH BLAH ave.
I ran through your crew and only let off half, nigga

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

(Chorus)