Luyện nghe bài hát Shut 'em Down

Shut 'em

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

Beat anonymous
I like a shiny silver nanabus
fond of us
We the kind that rush, those that back
your whole stack
Grimy cats
bald head like Kojak
Go gat for gat
Coat
You could smoke
Or cut dust
Makin' your whole stove crack
Betta me
1-3, one and only could be phoney in any ceremony
tear you homey
Shut 'em
Shun sees takin' your
your mind
Got nigga on the low
Defecatin' rhymes
Breakin' your
Got you movin' the flurry, time to worry
I'm a the bullshit
Feel my clip

'em down

Hey yo I bet you this double barrel will blast his face
Be on the out for a basket case
Niggas pumped you up to you get beat
Had you thinkin' sweet
Now you up shit's
Cause your shits
How mich is your life to someone important
Cause I be
Kidnap for ransom is shit you don't want to get caught in
From in the days of Gordon
Niggas was gettin'
The guy Rikers Height stayed on his job
his own little mob
Was it worth back to the Earth so soon
Worth makin' my shit go
To your own doom, the graveyards
Till there's no
you know about a pine box
Money goin' out nine Glocks
On top of that same nigga when they pull with they shots
Feel like killin' for your
I ain't rest
It gonna a whole lot to put up your best
watch your loins spill out your vest
You get on some act your age shit
You a kid
run for faces
More niggas get like that

Mad man F-I-N-G-A-Z
The crazy cajun blazin' for days and days
Grazin' amazin' I'm the glazin' ason purple
to be pahsin' Lord with all this hell I'm raisin'
God of the Underground, I'm gunnin' 'em down with a pound
We gonna 'em down
We turn shit dumb quick gun
Lyin' in the
Pursed the on your dick
In the admit it dogs
I'm the my Glock holler
Fuck cocaine I sniff gun powder
So all you real willies throw Roleys in the sky
And all the rob the place outside
I'm so hype, I take life, betta have my doe right
five mics, I don't need no mic!

Shut 'em