Luyện nghe bài hát Made Men

(New shit, Men)
The Made Men

[Verse

Ey yo
retreat your quick, before your time run out
(Nigga) I see you sweatin', try a reachable gunout
We take no prisoneers, leavin' witnesses
venoms, on contact, my team strikes first
My squad'll attack u in threes, no for darkman
we last man standing, who dead man
five fingers to death, when I clutch
the microphone in my
I know you niggas don't
Play my position, hold it down like De Niro
one of the coldest, Kombat, Sub-Zero

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 my life, I sacrifice
So fuck y'all twice, thats right I'm actin
When shots pop off, you betta duck when I
with the automatic pump and I'm in the shootin slum
My face isn't the law
in the jigsaw,
while I screw and muscle on my
it to ya ass, in a way you never felt it
Yo whole staff, who get they wigs melted
When I'm out, fresh 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 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 fuckin' with made men
(You wanna in these streets cousin', every man for themselves)

[Verse

Yo, its warfare, I'm splittin your hair, with a
cos I be squezzin' that of shit up out my pistol
Don't talk tone, if you ain't gon' spark the chrome
you shook and got no tests, starts the roam
Yo, we man of respect, with our own
elements surprise, guys, skill you ain't acquirin' yet
I'm on that, hot rock and contact
combat, doubt can so you contract
close casket, the eight by ten
sittin on top of the
never again with made men
Your last breath, the kiss of death, 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
With indestructable niggas that made man
He grabbin' shit, I mine, so now we blazin'
Tomorrow dies, we suicid missionaries
(Come on cops) smokin' hats my visions blurry
My right hand be my nickel nine on my ways
never hesitate to pull a gun so now you face
These never-minded motherfuckers with
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 in these streets cousin', every man for themselves)
... when you with some made men ...