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 when u gon get it in yo
the gates wide open and the dogs off the

Uhr..Uhr

I be that young'n the gun thats tellin ya stop frontin
I be that young'n on the run, i pop sumthin
In the i read, death is of the tongue,
If u talk about death, then 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 stunt til my ass dead broke like JD,
or put a hundred-grand on any 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 the nigga look bad, wutsup wit that
see my flick, to preme, papi and cat
and montana, i kill em with the
i in the slamma after bangin them hammas, X wut up

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

(Eyiooo yo, what ya niggas talkin bout, u playin with?
R, G-UNIT!The same old shit,
Put the in the ring, watch em all quit,
All ya niggas is pussy, suck my
Aint nothin but a handful of still standin
I remember 50 in a cypher, onyx was still slammin
now we again, its all good my nigga
to the street again, its all hood my nigga,
knock on wood my nigga, we walked the dog
we get to where we at by luck, shit was hard,
but we got thru 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 came
imma MAKE you remember, where u my from,
45th street BLAH ave.
I done ran through your crew and 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)
'cause if my chrome hit a of ur bone,
its gonna do than chip, nigga,
yea wut the fuck is the
the is red, the buckets is armed
30 shot handguns, the gutter is
niggas like me rush ur apartment
blood stains'll fuck up ur
on the window
i smell murder everytime the wind blow
tie him to the chair and then out his chin bone
i dont want the chrome to the crown, i aint nothin,
u can have the 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 down

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