Luyện nghe bài hát Man Down

That's my word, God, that 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, make it happen, the flippin'
You comic, who you kidding?
My nigga's laughing, blood bathin', the world's
In-famous crime-zanous to would be dangerous
Plane descent, stand clear, save 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 coalition specializes in

The clash of the cliques, the duel o' the mac
Spit and leave ya
You'll be missin' much more than a fraction when time for action
Hit 'em while a man down, make nigga backspin
Trapped up, a [unverified]
We blastin', you're collapsin', light my gold Mac 10
Get with dem raps they have you relapsin'
You get castin' the Mobb, deaf and

We face splashin', dope fake's stabbin'
He slow leakin', he 'ternally for speakin'
Outta place, niggas get placed indecent
Live at the main may I present
Screamin' out loud for any that's deaf
My Mobb, ya heart throb, hold ya breath
KO from dead arm rights and hard lefts
Another satisfied who got blessed
out ya army 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 here
Sharp shit rip through one hundred layers of Kevlar
like the jim star, exiled, son, he get sent far
He's the foulest, QBC gat bust the
Below profile, peep style, thirsty

Catchin' cases, pay for your legal aid
Son, that's money wasted, I ain't got time for
Invest third on my best sold 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 your own man, amateur ass
take that ass to class
But you cut in, duckin' a blast
You catch a D minus with New York's finest
The conversation them outsiders
riders, connivers 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, give ya man

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

it out, dun, them niggas ain't ones
To be off the top and shit, I'm tired of shit
Dun, I'm to dot the bitch and leave him stiff
Toss me the fifth so I can bless the God 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 tight niggas 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 inner
Shit fienin', now get your fix you need it
Fuckin' up your intravenous, the Mobb top secret
The only way you weakin' is if you beakin'

Sneak devy mischievous
the God behind the scene on some snake shit
The vultures, water from 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,