Luyện nghe bài hát Shot Down

Grr, arf! Arf!

Move on over, I told ya boy
I'm a motherfuckin' soldier boy
And when you gon' get it in brain
The gate's 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, death is of the
And if you about death enough death is gon' come
Dave taught me how to flow, they shot him in the
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 grand on e'ry nigga head that play me
See I'm cool with them Haitian mob
say sak passe nap boule and rob niggas
The media be tryin' to make a nigga bad, whats up with that?
See my flick, next to Papi and Cat
And Montana, I kill 'em with the
I enhanced in the slammer after them hammers
X up? (aight!)

You don't live that, you say that
Cause what come out mouth'll get you SHOT, DOWN
Throwin your money and we don't play that
Get in our get you SHOT, DOWN (nigga)
We know where you hang, we know where you at
bullshit you on'll get you SHOT, DOWN
Here's a few clips that you play with
G-Unit, Ryders'll 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 is pussy, suck my dick!
Ain't nothin'[ but a handful of man standin'
I remember 50 in a cypher when was "Slammin" (aight?)
Now we meet again, all good my nigga
Back to the street again, it's all my nigga
Knock on my nigga, we both walk the dog
We ain't get to we at by luck, shit was hard (aight?)
But once we got the trials it's all smiles
'til a big nigga all of a sudden get wild
Now why you gotsta go and take me to where I came from?
I'ma make you remember, 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 ain't offa shoulders (uh-huh)
You get shot, you got nicked nigga (just nicked)
Cause if my hit a piece of your bone
It's gon' do more chip, nigga (a lot more than that)
Yea, what the is the problem
The is red the buckets is Army
30 shot handguns the gutter is (yea)
Niggas like me might your apartment (word)
Bloodstains'll up your carpet, brain on the window
I smell murder every time that the wind
Tie him to the and then knock out his chinbone
I want the throne or the crown, I ain't sellin up
You can the jail or the ground, you ain't in hell enough
I'm the one that the gutters
Better tap man, and let him know P'll love to cut his
And niggas is gettin' down, two guns up
Double are, S.P. holdin' D down