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, never witnesses
venoms, on contact, my team strikes first
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 microphone in my
I know you niggas don't
Play my position, it down just like De Niro
one of the coldest, Mortal Kombat,

I the shit outly, whippin the hantle clinch fisted
Don't get it twisted, I'm livin and dyin by the
But I risk it, I my life, I sacrifice
So fuck y'all twice, right I'm actin sheist
When shots pop off, you betta duck I done
the automatic pump and I'm never in the shootin 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
bash-out
P.D.'s made man
ready to get off for some

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

Two]

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

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
Tomorrow dies, we suicid missionaries
(Come on cops) smokin' keeps my visions blurry
My right hand be my nickel nine on my ways
never hesitate to pull a gun so now you gotta
These motherfuckers with advances
mean I try to you, leave those shells in your heads, man
My man, ok unmistakently
Motherfuckers, who make a and never mystery

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