Luyện nghe bài hát Made Men

(New shit, Men)
The undisputed Men

One]

Ey yo
retreat betallion quick, before your time run out
(Nigga) I see you sweatin', try a reachable gunout
We take no prisoneers, leavin' witnesses
deadly venoms, on contact, my team strikes
My squad'll u in threes, no need for darkman
we last man standing, who man walkin'
It's five fingers to death, when I
the in my hand
I know you niggas don't
Play my position, it down just like De Niro
one of the coldest, Kombat, Sub-Zero

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

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

[Verse

Yo, its warfare, I'm your hair, with a missle
cos I be squezzin' type of shit up out my pistol
Don't talk tone, if you ain't 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, you ain't acquirin' yet
I'm on that, hot rock and punk
combat, that can so you contract
casket, with the eight by ten
sittin on top of the
again fuck with made men
Your last breath, the kiss of death, from the
flesh and I still got a mission left

I keep they second guess and
Mr. Unpredictable, I'm askin', spittin' from my weapon
With indestructable that called made man
He grabbin' shit, I grab mine, so now we
Tomorrow never dies, we missionaries
(Come on cops) hats keeps my visions blurry
My hand nigga be my nickel nine on my ways
never to pull a gun so now you gotta face
These never-minded with advances
mean I try to you, leave those shells in your heads, man
My man, ok probably
Motherfuckers, who make a and never mystery

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