Luyện nghe bài hát Shot Down

Grr, arf! Arf!

Move on over, I told ya boy
I'm a G-Unit soldier boy
And when you gon' get it in 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 that 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 come
Dave taught me how to flow, they him in the head
Randy ass was there, now he runnin'
say I'm gangsta, some say I'm crazy
If you ask me I'll say I'm what the hood 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 them Haitian mob niggas
They say sak passe nap boule and rob
The media be tryin' to make a nigga look bad, whats up that?
See my flick, next to bring and Cat
And Montana, I kill 'em with the
I in the slammer after bangin them hammers
X up? (aight!)

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

Aye yo, fuck y'all niggas talkin' bout, you playin' wit?
are, G-UNIT, the same ol' shit (what!)
Put the fagots in the ring, watch 'em all
All y'all niggas is pussy, my dick!
nothin'[ but a handful of man still standin'
I remember 50 in a when Onyx was "Slammin" (aight?)
Now we again, it's all good my nigga
Back to the 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 type nigga all of a sudden get
Now why you gotsta go and take me back to where I from?
I'ma make you remember, where you know my name (YYea!)
Street, and blaow-blaow Ave.
I done ran through crew and only let off half, nigga!

Yeah, word,
If head ain't offa your shoulders (uh-huh)
You ain't get shot, you got nigga (just nicked)
if my chrome hit a piece of your bone
It's gon' do more than chip, (a lot more than that)
Yea, what the is the problem
The is red the buckets is Army
30 handguns the gutter is starvin (yea)
Niggas like me might rush apartment (word)
Bloodstains'll up your carpet, brain on the window
I smell murder every time that the blow
Tie him to the chair and knock out his chinbone
I want the throne or the crown, I ain't sellin up
You can have the or the ground, you ain't in hell 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' down, two guns up
Double are, S.P. holdin' D down