Luyện nghe bài hát Shut 'em Down

Shut 'em

Yo shut 'em down start the
We wilin' sling back his body found
Washed up on Coney
When I rolled up this heart slowed up
killa froze up, when I pulled up jumped out with the pump-pump
Thirty-two and ducked out
So out
that 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 or your own cannot be trusted
Don't try to test, your chest, put five inside your vest
Have you 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 but he should understand
Cause even God got a shit

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

Shut 'em

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

Mad man Sticky
The cajun blazin' bullets for days and days
Grazin' amazin' I'm the glazin' ason hazin'
Hard to be pahsin' Lord all this hell I'm raisin'
God of the Underground, I'm gunnin' 'em down with a pound
We shut 'em down
We turn shit dumb gun click
Lyin' in the
the line on your dick
In the morgue admit it
I'm the Rottweiler my Glock
Fuck killer I sniff gun powder
So all you real throw your Roleys in the sky
And all the crooks rob the place
I'm so hype, I take your life, have my doe right
Fuck five mics, I don't no mic!

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