Luyện nghe bài hát Made Men

(New shit, Men)
The undisputed Men

[Verse

Ey yo
your betallion 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 strikes first
My squad'll attack u in threes, no for darkman
we last man standing, who man walkin'
five fingers to death, when I clutch
the microphone in my
I know you don't understand
Play my position, hold it down like De Niro
one of the coldest, Mortal Kombat,

I shot the shit outly, whippin the hantle fisted
get it twisted, I'm livin and dyin by the biscuit
But I risk it, I my life, I sacrifice
So fuck twice, thats right I'm actin sheist
When shots pop off, you betta duck I done
with the automatic pump and I'm in the shootin slum
My face definately the law
in the jigsaw,
I screw and muscle on my six-saw
Bringin it to ya ass, in a way you never 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' some made men
(You roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves)
... don't be sleepin' on these 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)

Two]

Yo, its warfare, I'm splittin 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 got no tests, starts the roam
Yo, we man of respect, our own dialect
elements surprise, wise guys, you ain't acquirin' yet
I'm on that, hot and punk contact
combat, that can so you contract
casket, with the eight by ten
sittin on top of the
never again fuck made men
Your last breath, the of death, from the Smith&Wess
splittin' flesh and I still got a left

I keep they thinkin' guess 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 dies, we suicid missionaries
(Come on cops) smokin' hats keeps my visions
My right hand nigga be my nickel on my ways
never hesitate to pull a gun so now you face
These never-minded motherfuckers with
mean I try to you, leave those shells in your heads, man
My man, ok probably
Motherfuckers, who make a and never mystery

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