Luyện nghe bài hát Made Men

(New shit, Men)
The Made Men

One]

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

I shot the shit outly, the hantle clinch fisted
Don't get it twisted, I'm livin and dyin by the
But I risk it, I mean my life, I
So fuck y'all twice, thats I'm actin sheist
shots pop off, you betta duck when I done
with the automatic pump and I'm in the shootin slum
My face isn't 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 fuckin' staff, who get they wigs melted
When I'm out, fresh out
verbal
P.D.'s made man
to get off for some action

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

[Verse

Yo, its warfare, I'm splittin your hair, with a
cos I be squezzin' type of shit up out my pistol
Don't talk that tone, if you gon' spark the chrome
you shook and ain't got no tests, starts the
Yo, we man of respect, with our own
elements surprise, guys, skill you ain't acquirin' yet
I'm on that, hot and punk contact
combat, doubt that can so you
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
flesh and I still got a mission left

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

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