Luyện nghe bài hát Shot Down

Grr, arf! Arf!

Move on over, I told ya boy
I'm a motherfuckin' soldier boy
And you gon' get it in your brain
The gate's open and the dog's off the chain

I be that yung'n with gun-ness, tellin' ya stop frontin'
I be that yung'n on the run, I pop some'n
In the Bible I read, is of the tongue
And if you talk about death enough death is come
Dave taught me how to flow, shot him in the head
Randy ass was there, now he runnin'
Some say I'm gangsta, some say I'm
If you ask me say I'm what the hood made me
Now I can stunt 'til my ass broke like JD
Or put a grand on e'ry nigga head that play me
See I'm with them Haitian mob niggas
They say sak nap boule and rob niggas
The media be tryin' to make a nigga look bad, whats up with
See my flick, to bring Papi and Cat
And Montana, I kill 'em with the
I enhanced in the slammer after bangin them
X up? (aight!)

You don't live that, you shouldn't say
Cause come out your 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 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 play
G-Unit, Ryders'll get you SHOT, DOWN

Aye yo, fuck niggas talkin' bout, think you playin' wit?
are, G-UNIT, the same ol' shit (what!)
Put the fagots in the ring, watch 'em all
All niggas is pussy, suck my dick!
Ain't nothin'[ but a handful of man 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 wood my nigga, we walk the dog
We ain't get to where we at by luck, shit was (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 take me back to I came from?
I'ma make you remember, you know my name from (YYea!)
45th Street, and Ave.
I done ran through crew and only 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)
if my chrome hit a piece of your bone
It's gon' do more than chip, nigga (a lot more that)
Yea, what the is the problem
The is red the buckets is Army
30 shot handguns the is starvin (yea)
Niggas me might rush your apartment (word)
Bloodstains'll up your carpet, brain on the window
I smell murder every that the wind blow
Tie him to the chair and knock out his chinbone
I don't want the throne or the crown, I ain't up
You can the jail or the ground, you ain't in hell enough
I'm the one that the gutters
Better tap your man, and let him know love to cut his
And is gettin' shot down, two guns up
Double are, S.P. holdin' D down