Luyện nghe bài hát Man Down

That's my word, God, kick that shit, God
that 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 fuckin' comic, who you
My laughing, blood bathin', the world's 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 gives a fuck? You get
My specializes in collision

The of the cliques, the duel 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, that nigga backspin
Trapped up, a [unverified]
We blastin', you're collapsin', heavily my gold Mac 10
Get imprisoned dem raps they have you relapsin'
You get the Mobb, deaf and assin'

We face splashin', fake's ice-pick stabbin'
He slow leakin', he 'ternally for speakin'
Outta place, niggas get placed back
Live at the main may I present
out loud for any squad that's deaf
My Mobb, ya heart throb, hold ya breath
KO from dead arm rights and hard 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

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

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

But now you your own man, amateur ass
Homeboy that ass to class
But you cut in, duckin' a reality
You a D minus fuckin' with New York's finest
The conversation them outsiders
Dick riders, connivers ya camp
We know survivors, push you off guard, got
We analysin', tell you up front ain't no
We take you down first 'round, give ya man

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

it out, dun, them niggas ain't ones
To be off the top and shit, I'm tired of shit
Dun, I'm about to dot the and leave him stiff
Toss me the fifth so I can bless the God with
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 them tight niggas that space-down shit

I a rocket up in they 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 'cuz you it
Fuckin' up your intravenous, the Infamous top secret
The only way you is if you beakin' this

Sneak niggas mischievous
'Knowledgin' the God behind the scene on some shit
The vultures, water from mouth but we can taste it
We waitin' with patience
Yo, dun, check the cross-examination these niggas
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 down
Lay the down, down, down, down