Luyện nghe bài hát Made Men

(New shit, Men)
The Made Men

[Verse

Ey yo
your betallion quick, before your 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
five fingers to death, when I clutch
the in my hand
I know you niggas understand
Play my position, it down just like De Niro
one of the coldest, Mortal Kombat,

I shot the outly, whippin the hantle clinch fisted
get it twisted, I'm livin and dyin by the biscuit
But I risk it, I mean my life, I
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 felt it
Yo whole fuckin' staff, who get 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)
... you dealin' with some made men
(You wanna roam in streets cousin', every man for themselves)
... don't be sleepin' on these men
(You wanna roam in these streets cousin', man for themselves)
... when you fuckin' with made men
(You wanna roam in these cousin', every man for themselves)

Two]

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

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

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