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 gon' get it in brain
The gate's wide open and the dog's off the

I be that with that gun-ness, tellin' ya stop frontin'
I be that yung'n on the run, after I pop
In the I read, death is of the tongue
And if you talk about death death is gon' come
Dave me how to flow, they shot him in the head
Randy ass was there, now he scared
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 hundred grand on e'ry head that play me
See I'm cool with them mob niggas
They say sak passe nap boule and rob
The be tryin' to make a nigga look bad, whats up with that?
See my flick, next to bring and Cat
And Montana, I 'em with the grammar
I in the slammer after bangin them hammers
X up? (aight!)

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

Aye yo, fuck y'all niggas talkin' bout, think you wit?
Double are, G-UNIT, the ol' shit (what!)
Put the fagots in the ring, 'em all quit
All niggas is pussy, suck my dick!
nothin'[ but a handful of man still standin'
I remember 50 in a cypher when was "Slammin" (aight?)
Now we again, it's all good my nigga
Back to the street again, it's all my nigga
on wood my nigga, we both walk the dog
We ain't get to where we at by luck, shit was (aight?)
But once we got through the trials all smiles
'til a big type all of a sudden get wild
Now why you gotsta go and me back to where I came 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 your ain't offa your shoulders (uh-huh)
You get shot, you got nicked nigga (just nicked)
Cause if my hit a piece of your bone
gon' do more than chip, nigga (a lot more than that)
Yea, what the fuck is the
The is red the buckets is Army
30 shot handguns the is starvin (yea)
Niggas like me might your apartment (word)
Bloodstains'll fuck up your carpet, brain on the
I smell murder every time the wind blow
Tie him to the chair and then knock out his
I don't the throne or the crown, I ain't sellin up
You can have the jail or the ground, you in hell enough
I'm the one flood the gutters
Better tap your man, and let him P'll love to cut his
And is gettin' shot down, two guns up
Double are, S.P. holdin' D Block