Luyện nghe bài hát Man Down

That's my word, God, kick thug shit, God
Kick that motherfuckin' thug 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)
Look who we here, yo
(Up in the sky, sky)

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

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

We face splashin', dope fake's stabbin'
He slow leakin', he 'ternally for speakin'
Outta place, niggas get placed back
Live at the event may I present
Screamin' out loud for any squad that's
My Infamous Mobb, ya heart throb, ya breath
KO from dead arm rights and hard lefts
Another consumer who got blessed
Single out ya army til' no man left

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

cartel, visible evidence
We scarred well, team benevolent
Never hesitant, opposition get settled with
shit that'll rip through one hundred layers of Kevlar
Sharp the jim star, exiled, son, he get sent far
the foulest, QBC gat bust the loudest
Below profile, peep style, prowest

court 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 from the ignorant cats
It'll be dead in a few, just that
Couldn't his gat right
(Yo, what?)

But now you your own man, amateur ass
take that ass to class
But you cut in, a reality blast
You catch a D minus fuckin' New York's finest
The conversation them outsiders
riders, connivers bomb ya camp
We know survivors, you off guard, got homicidin'
We analysin', tell you up front no surprises
We take you down 'round, give 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 ain't ones
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 so I can bless the God with gift
Yo nigga Noyd, the topic? Yo, the topic is this
Let me start the beginning at the top of the list
First of all them tight with that space-down shit

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

Sneak devy mischievous
'Knowledgin' the God the scene on some snake shit
The vultures, water their mouth 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 for the bacon
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 fuck
Lay the fuck down, down, down,