Luyện nghe bài hát Shot Down

Grr, arf! Arf!

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

I be that with that gun-ness, tellin' ya stop frontin'
I be yung'n on the run, after I pop some'n
In the I read, death is of the tongue
And if you talk about death enough death is gon'
Dave taught me how to flow, shot 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 the hood made me
Now I can 'til my ass dead broke like JD
Or put a hundred on e'ry nigga head that play me
See I'm cool with Haitian mob niggas
They say sak passe nap boule and rob
The media be tryin' to make a nigga look bad, up with that?
See my flick, next to bring and Cat
And Montana, I kill 'em the grammar
I enhanced in the slammer after bangin them
X up? (aight!)

You don't live that, you say that
Cause what out your mouth'll get you SHOT, DOWN
Throwin your around and we don't play that
Get in our line'll get you SHOT, (nigga)
We know where you hang, we know you stay at
bullshit you on'll get you SHOT, DOWN
Here's a few clips you shouldn't play with
G-Unit, Ruff Ryders'll get you SHOT,

Aye yo, fuck y'all niggas talkin' bout, 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 nothin'[ but a handful of man still
I remember 50 in a when Onyx was "Slammin" (aight?)
Now we meet again, all good my nigga
Back to the street again, it's all hood my
Knock on wood my nigga, we walk the dog
We ain't get to we at by luck, shit was hard (aight?)
But once we got through the trials 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, 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 offa your shoulders (uh-huh)
You get shot, you got nicked nigga (just nicked)
if my chrome hit a piece of your bone
It's gon' do more chip, nigga (a lot more than that)
Yea, the fuck is the problem
The Porsche is red the buckets is
30 handguns the gutter is starvin (yea)
like me might rush your apartment (word)
Bloodstains'll fuck up your carpet, on the window
I smell every time that the wind blow
Tie him to the and then knock out his chinbone
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 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