Luyện nghe bài hát Made Men

(New shit, Men)
The Made Men

One]

Ey yo
retreat betallion quick, before your time run out
(Nigga) I see you sweatin', try a reachable gunout
We no prisoneers, never leavin' witnesses
venoms, on contact, my team strikes first
My squad'll attack u in threes, no for darkman
we last man standing, who man walkin'
It's fingers to death, when I clutch
the in my hand
I you niggas don't understand
Play my position, it down just like De Niro
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 dyin by the
But I it, I mean my life, I sacrifice
So fuck y'all twice, thats right I'm actin
When shots pop off, you 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 muscle on my
it to ya ass, in a way you never felt it
Yo fuckin' staff, who get they wigs melted
When I'm rushed out, out
bash-out
P.D.'s made man
ready to get off for some

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

Two]

Yo, its warfare, I'm splittin your hair, a missle
cos I be that type of shit up out my pistol
Don't talk that tone, if you ain't gon' the chrome
you shook and ain't got no tests, the roam
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, that can so you contract
close casket, the eight by ten
on top of the coffin
never fuck with made men
Your breath, the kiss of death, from the Smith&Wess
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 niggas that called man
He grabbin' shit, I grab mine, so now we
never dies, we suicid missionaries
(Come on cops) smokin' 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 motherfuckers advances
mean I try to you, leave those shells in your heads, man
My man, ok probably
Motherfuckers, who make a homicide and never

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