Luyện nghe bài hát Shut 'em Down

Shut 'em

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

Beat downs
I spit like a shiny nanabus
fond of us
We the that rush, those that hold back
Takin' whole stack
Grimy street
Niggas bald head like
Go gat for gat
Coat
You could that
Or cut black
Makin' your fuckin' stove crack
know me
1-3, one and only could be never phoney in any
I'll tear you
Shut 'em
Shun sees takin' time
your mind
Got nigga on the low
with rhymes
Breakin' your
Got you movin' the flurry, time to worry
I'm a bury the
Feel my clip

'em down

Hey yo I bet you motherfuckin' double barrel will blast his face
Be on the out for a basket case
Niggas pumped you up to watch you get
Had you thinkin' shits
Now you up creek
Cause your shits
How mich is life worth to someone important
I be extortin'
Kidnap for ransom is some you don't want to get caught in
From in the days of Gordon
Niggas was gettin'
The guy from Rikers Height on his job
With his own mob
Was it goin' back to the Earth so soon
Worth makin' my go boom
To your own doom, the graveyards
Till there's no
you know about a pine box
Money goin' out with nine
On top of that same nigga when pull with they nine shots
Feel killin' for your crew
I ain't rest
It take 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 killed that

Mad man Sticky
The cajun blazin' bullets for days and days
Grazin' amazin' I'm the glazin' ason purple
Hard to be pahsin' with all this hell I'm raisin'
God of the Underground, I'm gunnin' 'em down with a thunder
We shut 'em down
We turn shit quick gun click
in the vine
Pursed the on your dick
In the morgue it dogs
I'm the Rottweiler my holler
cocaine killer I sniff gun powder
So all you willies throw your 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