Luyện nghe bài hát Man Down

That's my word, God, kick that 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)
Look who we 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 laughing, blood bathin', the world's greatest
In-famous crime-zanous to interfere would be
Plane descent, clear, save your strength
You do the limp if you was coked up
By my Z'd up, whatever the fuck, who gives a You get fucked
My coalition in collision

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

We face splashin', dope fake's ice-pick
He slow leakin', he 'ternally for speakin'
Outta place, niggas get placed back
Live at the main event may I
Screamin' out loud for any squad deaf
My Mobb, ya heart throb, hold ya breath
KO from dead arm rights and hard lefts
Another satisfied consumer who got
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
Never hesitant, opposition get settled with
Sharp shit that'll rip one hundred layers of Kevlar
Sharp the jim star, exiled, son, he get sent far
He's the foulest, QBC gat bust the
Below profile, style, thirsty prowest

Catchin' court cases, pay for your aid
Son, that's money wasted, I got time for that
Invest third on my best sold rap
On the scrap from the cats
It'll be 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, duckin' a reality
You catch a D minus fuckin' New York's finest
The conversation them outsiders
Dick riders, bomb ya camp
We know survivors, you off guard, got homicidin'
We analysin', tell you up front no surprises
We take you first '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 niggas ain't
To be blowin' off the top and shit, I'm tired of
Dun, I'm to dot the bitch and leave him stiff
Toss me the so I can bless the God with gift
Yo nigga Noyd, what's the topic? Yo, the topic is
Let me start the beginning at the top of the list
First of all them tight niggas 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 your fix 'cuz you it
Fuckin' up your intravenous, the Infamous Mobb top
The only way you weakin' is if you this

Sneak devy mischievous
the God behind the scene on some snake shit
The vultures, water from their mouth but we can it
We just waitin' patience
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
'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