Luyện nghe bài hát Shot Down

Grr, arf! Arf!

Move on over, I done ya boy
I'm a G-Unit motherfuckin' boy
And when you get it in your brain
The wide open and the dog's off the chain

I be that yung'n that 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
taught me how to flow, they shot him in the head
Randy ass was there, now he runnin'
Some say I'm gangsta, some say I'm
If you ask me I'll say I'm what the made me
Now I can stunt my ass dead broke like JD
Or put a hundred grand on e'ry nigga head that me
See I'm cool with Haitian 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, next to bring and Cat
And Montana, I kill 'em the grammar
I enhanced in the slammer after bangin them
X up? (aight!)

You live that, you shouldn't say that
what come out your 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 you stay at
bullshit you on'll get you SHOT, DOWN
Here's a few clips that you play with
G-Unit, Ruff get you SHOT, DOWN

Aye yo, fuck y'all talkin' bout, think 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 but a handful of man still standin'
I remember 50 in a cypher when was "Slammin" (aight?)
Now we meet again, it's all good my
to the street again, it's all hood my nigga
Knock on wood my nigga, we both the dog
We ain't get to we at by luck, shit was hard (aight?)
But we got through the trials it's all smiles
a big type nigga all of a sudden get wild
Now why you go and take me back to where I came from?
make you remember, where 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 offa your shoulders (uh-huh)
You ain't get shot, you got nicked (just nicked)
Cause if my chrome hit a of your bone
It's do more than chip, nigga (a lot more than that)
Yea, the fuck is the problem
The Porsche is red the buckets is
30 shot handguns the is starvin (yea)
like me might rush your apartment (word)
Bloodstains'll fuck up your carpet, brain on the
I smell murder every time that the wind
Tie him to the chair and then out his chinbone
I don't want the throne or the crown, I sellin up
You can have the jail or the ground, you ain't in enough
I'm the one flood the gutters
Better tap man, and let him know P'll love to cut his
And niggas is shot down, two guns up
Double are, S.P. D Block down