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 up, when I pulled up jumped out with the pump-pump
Thirty-two and ducked out
So out
Left that cat for 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, play by the rules or your own cannot be trusted
Don't try to test, abide your chest, put five inside vest
you layin' with a dead rest
Shoulda known when you was in the eyes a death
And I swore when I did this
There was not no witness but he should
Cause even God got a shit

downs anonymous
I spit like a silver nanabus
fond of us
We the kind rush, those that hold back
Takin' your whole
Grimy street
Niggas bald head Kojak
Go gat for gat
Coat
You could that
Or cut black
Makin' your whole fuckin' stove
Betta me
1-3, one and could be never phoney in any ceremony
I'll tear you
'em down
Shun takin' your time
your mind
Got this on the low
Defecatin' with
Breakin' your
Got you movin' from the flurry, to worry
I'm a bury the
my full clip

Shut 'em

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

Mad man F-I-N-G-A-Z
The crazy cajun blazin' for days and days
Grazin' I'm the glazin' ason purple hazin'
Hard to be pahsin' Lord with all hell I'm raisin'
God of the Underground, I'm 'em down with a thunder pound
We gonna shut 'em
We turn shit dumb quick gun
in the vine
Pursed the line on your
In the admit it dogs
I'm the Rottweiler my Glock
Fuck cocaine I sniff gun powder
So all you real throw your Roleys in the sky
And all the rob the place outside
I'm so hype, I your life, betta have my doe right
Fuck five mics, I need no mic!

'em down