Luyện nghe bài hát Get Shot Down

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

50

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

Uhr..Uhr

I be that young'n with the gun thats tellin ya frontin
I be that young'n on the run, i pop sumthin
In the Bible i read, is of the tongue,
If u talk death, then death is go oncoming,
jay taught me how to flow, him in the head,
randy's ass was there, now 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 on any nigga's head that play me,
see im with the haitian mob niggas,
say "saapa sei my boolay", and rob niggas,
to me, u be try to make the look bad, wutsup wit that
see my flick, next to preme, and cat
and montana, i em with the gramma'
i enhanced in the slamma after them hammas, X wut up

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

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

(Chorus)

(Styles P)
If ya aint off yo shoulders, u aint get shot, u got nipped nigga,(just nipped)
if my chrome hit a piece of ur bone,
its gonna do than chip, nigga,
yea wut the is the problem
the porsche is red, the buckets is
30 handguns, the gutter is starvin
niggas like me rush ur apartment
blood stains'll up ur carpet
on the window
i smell murder everytime that the 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 that the gutters,
better tap ya man, and let him kno P'll the colors
and niggas is gettin shot down, 2 gunz up, Double R, SP holdin D-Block

(Chorus)