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, What's 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, it happen, start the flippin'
You comic, who you kidding?
My laughing, blood bathin', the world's greatest
In-famous to interfere would be dangerous
descent, stand clear, save your strength
You do the limp if you was coked up
By my Z'd up, whatever the fuck, who a fuck? You get fucked
My coalition specializes in

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

We splashin', dope fake's ice-pick stabbin'
He slow leakin', he 'ternally bleedin' for
place, niggas get placed back indecent
Live at the main event may I
out loud for any squad that's deaf
My Infamous Mobb, ya heart throb, ya breath
It's KO from dead arm rights and hard
satisfied 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 down

cartel, visible evidence
We well, associated team benevolent
Never hesitant, opposition get settled here
Sharp shit that'll rip through one layers of Kevlar
like the jim star, exiled, son, he get sent far
He's the foulest, QBC gat the loudest
profile, peep style, thirsty prowest

Catchin' cases, pay for your legal aid
Son, money wasted, I ain't got time for that
Invest place on my best sold rap
On the scrap from the cats
It'll be dead in a few, just like
bust his gat right
(Yo, what?)

But now you your own man, amateur ass
Homeboy take ass to class
But you cut in, duckin' a reality
You catch a D fuckin' with New York's finest
The conversation from outsiders
Dick riders, bomb ya camp
We know survivors, push you off guard, got
We analysin', tell you up 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 ain't
To be blowin' off the top and shit, I'm of shit
Dun, I'm about to dot the bitch and him stiff
Toss me the fifth so I can bless the God gift
Yo nigga Noyd, what's the topic? Yo, the is this
Let me start from the at the top of the list
First of all tight niggas with that space-down shit

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

Sneak devy niggas
'Knowledgin' the God behind the on some snake shit
The vultures, water from their but we can taste it
We just waitin' with
Yo, dun, check the cross-examination these fakin'
So you can scream, you can fiend, you can dream for the
Or you can the Mac for the fagot, ai
'em up, fuck 'em up

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