Luyện nghe bài hát Made Men

(New shit, Men)
The undisputed Men

One]

Ey yo
retreat your quick, before your time run out
(Nigga) I see you sweatin', don't try a reachable
We take no prisoneers, never witnesses
deadly venoms, on contact, my team first
My squad'll u in threes, no need for darkman
we last man standing, who man walkin'
It's fingers to death, when I clutch
the microphone in my
I know you don't understand
my position, hold it down just like De Niro
one of the coldest, Kombat, Sub-Zero

I shot the outly, whippin the hantle clinch fisted
Don't get it twisted, I'm livin and by the biscuit
But I risk it, I mean my life, I
So y'all twice, thats right I'm actin sheist
When pop off, you betta duck when I done
the automatic pump and I'm never in the shootin slum
My face definately the law
in the jigsaw,
while I screw and on my six-saw
it to ya ass, in a way you never felt it
Yo whole staff, who get they wigs melted
I'm rushed out, fresh out
verbal
P.D.'s made man
to get off for some action

(You wanna roam in these streets cousin', man for themselves)
... when you dealin' with some men
(You wanna roam in streets cousin', every man for themselves)
... don't be sleepin' on made men
(You roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves)
... when you fuckin' some made men
(You roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves)

[Verse

Yo, its warfare, I'm splittin hair, with a missle
cos I be that type of shit up out my pistol
Don't talk that tone, if you gon' spark the chrome
you shook and ain't got no tests, starts the
Yo, we man of respect, our own dialect
elements surprise, wise guys, skill you ain't yet
I'm on that, hot rock and contact
combat, doubt that can so you
close casket, with the by ten
sittin on top of the
again fuck with made men
Your breath, the kiss of death, from the Smith&Wess
splittin' flesh and I still got a mission

I they thinkin' second guess and
Mr. Unpredictable, I'm askin', spittin' loogies from my
With indestructable niggas that made man
He grabbin' shit, I grab mine, so now we
never dies, we suicid missionaries
(Come on cops) smokin' hats my visions blurry
My right nigga be my nickel nine on my ways
never hesitate to pull a gun so now you gotta
never-minded motherfuckers with advances
mean I try to hear you, leave shells in your heads, man
My man, ok probably
Motherfuckers, who make a homicide and never

(You wanna in these streets cousin', every man for themselves)
... you dealin' with some made men ...