Luyện nghe bài hát Get Shot Down

DMX Errrrrrrrrrrr......Uhr..Uhr

50

and over, i done told ya boy
im a G-Unit soldier boy
now when u gon get it in yo
the gates open and the dogs off the chain

Uhr..Uhr

I be that young'n with the gun thats tellin ya stop
I be that on the run, after i pop sumthin
In the i read, death is of the tongue,
If u about death, then death is go oncoming,
jay taught me how to flow, him in the head,
ass was there, now he's runnin scared,
sum say im gangsta, say im craaazy,
if u ask me, i say im wut the made me,
now i could stunt til my ass dead broke JD,
or put a hundred-grand on any nigga's that play me,
see im cool the haitian mob niggas,
say "saapa sei my boolay", and rob niggas,
to me, u be try to the nigga look bad, wutsup wit that
see my flick, next to preme, and cat
and montana, i kill em with the
i enhanced in the slamma after them hammas, X wut up

(50 Cent)
If you dont live that, then u say that
wut come out yo mouth'll get u SHOT DOWN
handin money around, and we dont play that, outta line'll get u SHOT DOWN,
keep on playa hatin, we kno where u stay at, the u on'll get u SHOT DOWN, nigga
heres a few cliques, that u shouldnt play with, G-Unit Ruffryders'll get u SHOT

(Eyiooo yo, what ya niggas bout, think u playin with?
Double R, G-UNIT!The old shit,
Put the faggots in the ring, em all quit,
All ya niggas is pussy, suck my
Aint nothin but a handful of mans standin
I remember 50 in a cypher, when onyx was slammin
now we meet again, its all good my
back to the street again, its all my nigga,
on wood my nigga, we both walked the dog
we get to where we at by luck, shit was hard,
but once we got the trials, its all smiles
til a bitch type nigga all of a get wild
now why u gots to go and take me the way i came from?
MAKE you remember, where u my name from,
45th street BLAH ave.
I ran through your crew and only let off half, nigga

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(Styles P)
If ya head off yo shoulders, u aint get shot, u got nipped nigga,(just nipped)
if my chrome hit a piece of ur bone,
its do more than chip, nigga,
yea wut the fuck is the
the is red, the buckets is armed
30 shot handguns, the gutter is
like me might rush ur apartment
blood stains'll up ur carpet
on the window
i smell murder everytime the wind blow
tie him to the chair and then knock out his bone
i dont want the chrome to the crown, i aint nothin,
u can the jail or the ground, u aint in hell enough
im the one flood the gutters,
better tap ya man, and let him kno love the colors
and niggas is gettin shot down, 2 up, Double R, SP holdin D-Block down

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