Luyện nghe bài hát Made Men

(New shit, Men)
The Made Men

[Verse

Ey yo
retreat your betallion quick, your time run out
(Nigga) I see you sweatin', don't try a gunout
We take no prisoneers, never witnesses
deadly venoms, on contact, my team first
My attack u in threes, no need for darkman
we man standing, who dead man walkin'
It's five 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, Kombat, Sub-Zero

I shot the shit outly, whippin the hantle fisted
Don't get it twisted, I'm livin and dyin by the
But I risk it, I my life, I sacrifice
So y'all twice, thats right I'm actin sheist
When pop off, you betta duck when I done
with the automatic pump and I'm never in the shootin
My isn't 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 roam in streets cousin', every man for themselves)
... when you with some made men
(You wanna roam in these cousin', every man for themselves)
... don't be sleepin' on made men
(You roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves)
... when you with some made men
(You wanna in these streets cousin', every man for themselves)

[Verse

Yo, its warfare, I'm splittin hair, with 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, wise guys, skill you 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
again fuck with made men
Your last breath, the kiss of death, from the
splittin' flesh and I still got a mission

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

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