Luyện nghe bài hát Shut 'em Down

Shut 'em

Yo shut 'em start the violence
We wilin' sling back his body found
up on Coney Island
When I up this niggas heart slowed up
That killa up, when I pulled up jumped out with the pump-pump
Thirty-two and ducked out
So out
Left cat for dead his body smoked out
Cause when I fall y'all a kill me kid
I'm all out
Lifes a bitch, fuck it, got the gun it
Game play, gotta play by the rules or own cannot be trusted
Don't try to test, abide your chest, put inside your vest
you layin' with a dead rest
Shoulda known when you was lookin' in the a death
And I swore when I did this
was not no witness but he should understand
Cause God got a shit list

Beat anonymous
I spit like a silver nanabus
fond of us
We the kind that rush, those that back
Takin' your stack
Grimy cats
Niggas bald head Kojak
Go gat for gat
Coat
You could smoke
Or cut black
Makin' your whole stove crack
know me
1-3, one and only could be never in any ceremony
tear you homey
Shut 'em
Shun takin' your time
Makin' your
Got nigga on the low
Defecatin' with
Breakin' your
Got you movin' the flurry, time to worry
I'm a the bullshit
Feel my full

'em down

Hey yo I bet you this double barrel will blast his face
Be on the out for a basket case
pumped you up to watch you get beat
Had you thinkin' shits
Now you up creek
Cause your weak
How is your life worth to someone important
Cause I be
Kidnap for ransom is some shit you want to get caught in
back in the days of Gordon
Niggas was gettin'
The guy from Height stayed on his job
his own little mob
Was it worth goin' back to the Earth so
makin' my shit go boom
To your own doom, the graveyards
Till no room
Fuck you know a pine box
Money goin' out with Glocks
On top of that same when they pull with they nine shots
Feel like killin' for your
I gon' rest
It take a whole lot to put up your best
Then watch your loins out your vest
You best get on some act your age
You a kid
That run for
More niggas get killed like

Mad man Sticky
The cajun blazin' bullets for days and days
Grazin' amazin' I'm the glazin' ason purple
Hard to be Lord with all this hell I'm raisin'
God of the Underground, I'm gunnin' 'em down a thunder pound
We gonna shut 'em
We shit dumb quick gun click
in the vine
Pursed the on your dick
In the morgue it dogs
I'm the Rottweiler my holler
Fuck cocaine killer I sniff gun
So all you real throw your Roleys in the sky
And all the rob the place outside
I'm so hype, I take your life, have my doe right
five mics, I don't need no mic!

Shut 'em