Luyện nghe bài hát Shot Down

Grr, arf! Arf!

Move on over, I done ya boy
I'm a G-Unit motherfuckin' boy
And you gon' 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 yung'n on the run, after I pop some'n
In the Bible I read, is of the tongue
And if you about death enough death is gon' come
Dave taught me how to flow, they shot him in the
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 the hood made me
Now I can 'til my ass dead broke like JD
Or put a hundred grand on nigga head that play me
See I'm cool with Haitian mob niggas
They say sak nap boule and rob niggas
The media be tryin' to make a nigga look bad, whats up 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 mouth'll get you SHOT, DOWN
Throwin your around and we don't play 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 clips that you shouldn't play
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 y'all niggas is pussy, my dick!
nothin'[ but a handful of man still standin'
I remember 50 in a when Onyx was "Slammin" (aight?)
Now we again, it's all good my nigga
Back to the street again, it's all hood my
Knock on wood my nigga, we both the dog
We ain't get to where we at by luck, was hard (aight?)
But once we got through the trials it's all
a big type nigga all of a sudden get wild
Now why you gotsta go and take me back to I came from?
I'ma make you remember, where you my name from (YYea!)
Street, and blaow-blaow Ave.
I done ran through your crew and let off half, nigga!

Yeah, word,
If your head ain't offa your (uh-huh)
You ain't get shot, you got nicked (just nicked)
Cause if my hit a piece of your bone
It's gon' do more than chip, (a lot more than that)
Yea, what the fuck is the
The Porsche is red the is Army
30 shot the gutter is starvin (yea)
Niggas like me might rush apartment (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 have the jail or the ground, you in hell enough
I'm the one flood the gutters
Better tap your man, and let him know P'll to cut his
And niggas is gettin' down, two guns up
are, S.P. holdin' D Block down