Luyện nghe bài hát Made Men

(New shit, Men)
The Made Men

One]

Ey yo
retreat your quick, before your time run out
(Nigga) I see you sweatin', try a reachable gunout
We take no prisoneers, never witnesses
deadly venoms, on contact, my team strikes
My squad'll attack u in threes, no need for
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, it down just 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 mean my life, I
So fuck y'all twice, thats right I'm actin
When shots pop off, you duck when I done
with the automatic and I'm never in the shootin slum
My face definately the law
in the jigsaw,
while I screw and muscle on my
Bringin it to ya ass, in a way you never it
Yo whole fuckin' staff, who get wigs melted
I'm rushed out, fresh out
verbal
P.D.'s made 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 in these streets cousin', every man for themselves)
... be sleepin' on these made men
(You wanna roam in these streets cousin', man for themselves)
... when you fuckin' with some men
(You wanna roam in these streets cousin', man for themselves)

[Verse

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

I keep they thinkin' guess and
Mr. Unpredictable, I'm askin', spittin' loogies my weapon
indestructable niggas that called 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 nigga be my nickel nine on my
never hesitate to pull a gun so now you gotta
These never-minded motherfuckers advances
mean I try to you, leave those shells in your 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 ...