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 off the chain

I be that yung'n with that gun-ness, tellin' ya 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 is gon' come
taught me how to flow, they shot him in the head
Randy ass was there, now he runnin'
Some say I'm gangsta, say I'm crazy
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 them Haitian mob
They say sak nap boule and rob niggas
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 with the
I in the slammer after bangin them hammers
X up? (aight!)

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

Aye yo, fuck y'all niggas talkin' bout, think you playin'
are, G-UNIT, the same ol' shit (what!)
Put the in the ring, watch 'em all quit
All y'all niggas is pussy, my dick!
nothin'[ but a handful of man still standin'
I 50 in a cypher when Onyx was "Slammin" (aight?)
Now we meet again, it's all my nigga
Back to the again, it's all hood my nigga
on wood my nigga, we both walk the dog
We ain't get to where we at by luck, shit was (aight?)
But once we got through the it's all smiles
'til a big type all of a sudden get wild
Now why you gotsta go and take me to where I came from?
I'ma make you remember, you know my name from (YYea!)
45th Street, and 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 chrome hit a piece of bone
It's gon' do more chip, nigga (a lot more than that)
Yea, what the is the problem
The Porsche is red the is Army
30 shot the gutter is starvin (yea)
like 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 then out his chinbone
I don't want the throne or the crown, I ain't up
You can have the jail or the ground, you ain't in hell
I'm the one that the gutters
Better tap 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