Luyện nghe bài hát Made Men

(New shit, Men)
The undisputed Men

[Verse

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

I shot the shit outly, whippin the hantle clinch
Don't get it twisted, I'm livin and by the biscuit
But I risk it, I mean my life, I
So fuck y'all twice, thats I'm actin sheist
When shots pop off, you betta duck when I
with the automatic pump and I'm in the shootin slum
My face isn't the law
in the jigsaw,
while I and muscle on my six-saw
Bringin it to ya ass, in a way you felt it
Yo fuckin' staff, who get they wigs melted
When I'm out, fresh out
verbal
P.D.'s that man
to get off for some action

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

[Verse

Yo, its warfare, I'm splittin your hair, a missle
cos I be squezzin' that of shit up out my pistol
Don't talk that tone, if you ain't spark the chrome
you shook and ain't got no tests, the roam
Yo, we man of respect, with our own
elements surprise, wise guys, skill you acquirin' yet
I'm on that, hot rock and contact
combat, doubt that can so you
casket, with the eight by ten
sittin on top of the
never fuck with made men
Your breath, the kiss of death, from the Smith&Wess
splittin' flesh and I still got a mission

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

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