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 your
The gate's wide and the dog's off the chain

I be that yung'n with that gun-ness, tellin' ya stop
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 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 what the made me
Now I can stunt 'til my ass broke like JD
Or put a hundred on e'ry nigga head that play me
See I'm cool with them mob niggas
They say sak passe nap and rob niggas
The media be to make a nigga look bad, whats up with that?
See my flick, to bring Papi and Cat
And Montana, I kill 'em with the
I enhanced in the after bangin them hammers
X up? (aight!)

You don't that, you shouldn't say that
Cause what come out your get you SHOT, DOWN
Throwin your money around and we don't that
Get in our get you SHOT, DOWN (nigga)
We know where you hang, we know where you 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 niggas talkin' bout, think you playin' wit?
Double are, G-UNIT, the same ol' (what!)
Put the fagots in the ring, watch 'em all
All y'all is pussy, suck my dick!
Ain't nothin'[ but a 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 again, it's all hood 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 it's all
'til a big type nigga all of a get wild
Now why you gotsta go and take me back to where I came
I'ma make you remember, where you my name from (YYea!)
45th Street, and Ave.
I done ran through your 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 piece of your
It's gon' do more than chip, (a lot more than that)
Yea, what the fuck is the
The is red the buckets is Army
30 handguns the gutter is starvin (yea)
Niggas like me 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 and then knock out his chinbone
I don't the throne or the crown, I ain't sellin up
You can have the jail or the ground, you ain't in hell
I'm the one that the gutters
tap your man, and let him know P'll love to cut his
And is gettin' shot down, two guns up
Double are, S.P. D Block down