Luyện nghe bài hát Shot Down

Grr, arf! Arf!

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

I be yung'n with 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'
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 nigga 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 bring and Cat
And Montana, I 'em with the grammar
I in the slammer after bangin them hammers
X up? (aight!)

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

Aye yo, fuck niggas talkin' bout, think you playin' 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 50 in a cypher when Onyx was "Slammin" (aight?)
Now we meet again, all good my nigga
Back to the street again, it's all hood my
on wood my nigga, we both walk the dog
We get to where 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 gotsta go and take me back to where I came
make you remember, where you know my name from (YYea!)
45th Street, and Ave.
I ran through your crew and only let off half, nigga!

Yeah, word,
If your head offa your shoulders (uh-huh)
You get shot, you got nicked nigga (just nicked)
Cause if my chrome hit a piece of your
It's gon' do more than chip, nigga (a lot than that)
Yea, the fuck is the problem
The Porsche is red the is Army
30 shot handguns the is starvin (yea)
Niggas like me might rush your (word)
Bloodstains'll fuck up your carpet, on the window
I smell murder every time that the wind
Tie him to the chair and knock out his chinbone
I don't want the 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
are, S.P. holdin' D Block down