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 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 taught me how to flow, they him in the head
ass was there, now he runnin' scared
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 'til my ass dead 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 media be tryin' to a nigga look bad, whats up with that?
See my flick, next to bring and Cat
And Montana, I 'em with the grammar
I enhanced in the slammer after bangin hammers
X up? (aight!)

You don't live that, you shouldn't say
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 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 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 niggas is pussy, my dick!
Ain't but a handful of man still standin'
I remember 50 in a cypher Onyx was "Slammin" (aight?)
Now we again, it's all good my nigga
Back to the again, it's all hood 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 type nigga all of a sudden get
Now why you gotsta go and me back to where I came from?
I'ma make you remember, where you my name from (YYea!)
45th Street, and Ave.
I ran through your crew and only let off half, nigga!

Yeah, word,
If your head ain't offa your (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 chip, nigga (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 might rush your (word)
Bloodstains'll fuck up your carpet, on the window
I smell murder every time the wind blow
Tie him to the chair and then knock out his
I don't want the throne or the crown, I sellin up
You can the jail or the ground, you ain't in hell enough
I'm the one that the gutters
tap your man, and let him know P'll love to cut his
And niggas is shot down, two guns up
Double are, S.P. holdin' D down