Luyện nghe bài hát Man Down

That's my word, God, that thug shit, God
Kick motherfuckin' thug shit man, word up, man
(What's up, son? up?)
up, get go
(No doubt, nigga)
Money no represent,
(All the time, baby)

No
(YouknowI'msayin'?)
Who we got here,
(Shine, baby, shine)
(Look)
who we have here, yo
(Up in the sky, sky)

Here the vultures, the Mobb-laced potent rap shit
Perhaps, kid, make it happen, start the
You comic, who you kidding?
My nigga's laughing, blood bathin', the greatest
In-famous to interfere would be dangerous
Plane descent, clear, save your strength
You couldn't do the if you was coked up
By my Z'd up, whatever the fuck, who a fuck? You get fucked
My coalition in collision

The clash of the cliques, the o' the iron mac
Spit and ya half-split
You'll be missin' more than a fraction when it's time for action
Hit 'em while a man down, make nigga backspin
up, a [unverified] madman
We blastin', collapsin', heavily light my gold Mac 10
Get with dem raps they have you relapsin'
You get castin' the Mobb, and assin'

We face splashin', dope fake's ice-pick
He leakin', he 'ternally bleedin' for speakin'
Outta place, niggas get placed indecent
Live at the event may I present
Screamin' out for any squad that's deaf
My Infamous Mobb, ya heart throb, hold ya
It's KO from dead arm rights and lefts
Another consumer who got blessed
Single out ya til' there's no man left

Man
(Man down, down, down, down)
Man
(Man down, down, down, down)
Man
(Man down, down, down, down)
Lay the fuck

Infamous cartel, evidence
We scarred well, team benevolent
hesitant, opposition get settled here with
Sharp that'll rip through one hundred layers of Kevlar
Sharp like the jim star, exiled, son, he get far
He's the foulest, QBC gat the loudest
profile, peep style, thirsty prowest

Catchin' court cases, pay for your aid
Son, that's money wasted, I got time for that
Invest third place on my best rap
On the scrap the ignorant cats
be dead in a few, just like that
Couldn't his gat right
(Yo, what?)

But now you bucked own man, amateur ass
take that ass to class
But you cut in, a reality blast
You a D minus fuckin' with New York's finest
The conversation from outsiders
Dick riders, connivers bomb ya
We know survivors, push you off guard, got
We analysin', you up front ain't no surprises
We take you down first 'round, ya man pound

Man
(Man down, down, down, down)
Man
(Man down, down, down, down)
Man
(Man down, down, down, down)
Lay the down

Check it out, dun, them niggas ones
To be off the top and shit, I'm tired of shit
Dun, I'm to dot the bitch and leave him stiff
me the fifth so I can bless the God with gift
Yo Noyd, what's the topic? Yo, the topic is this
Let me from the beginning at the top of the list
First of all them tight niggas with that shit

I stick a rocket up in ass and give 'em a lift
My Mobb is tonic, intoxicant, bee-swee
Morphine raps, you get dope inner mind-see
Shit fienin', now get your fix you need it
Fuckin' up your intravenous, the Infamous top secret
The only way you weakin' is if you beakin'

devy niggas mischievous
'Knowledgin' the God behind the scene on snake shit
The vultures, water their mouth but we can taste it
We just waitin' patience
Yo, dun, check the these niggas fakin'
So you can scream, you can fiend, you can dream for the
Or you can the Mac for the fagot, ai
Bang 'em up, 'em up

Man
(Man down, down, down, down)
Man
(Man down, down, down, down)
Man
(Man down, down, down, down)
Lay the down
Lay the fuck down, down, down,