Luyện nghe bài hát Shut 'em Down

Shut 'em

Yo shut 'em down start the
We wilin' wilin' sling back his body
Washed up on Coney
When I rolled up niggas heart slowed up
That killa froze up, when I pulled up jumped out with the
Thirty-two shots and 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, it, got the gun bust it
Game play, gotta play by the or your own cannot be trusted
Don't try to test, abide your chest, put five inside vest
Have you with a dead rest
Shoulda known when you was in the eyes a death
And I swore forgiveness I did this
There was not no but he should understand
Cause God got a shit list

Beat anonymous
I like a shiny silver nanabus
Niggas of us
We the kind rush, those that hold back
your whole stack
Grimy street
Niggas bald head like
Go gat for gat
that
You smoke that
Or cut black
Makin' your whole fuckin' stove
know me
1-3, one and only could be phoney in any ceremony
I'll you homey
'em down
Shun sees your time
Makin' your
Got nigga on the low
with rhymes
Breakin' spine
Got you movin' from the flurry, time to
I'm a the bullshit
Feel my full

Shut 'em

Hey yo I bet you this motherfuckin' double barrel 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 creek
your shits weak
How mich is your life to someone important
Cause I be
for ransom is some shit you don't want to get caught in
From back in the days of
was gettin' robbed
The guy from Rikers Height on his job
With his own mob
Was it goin' back to the Earth so soon
Worth my shit go boom
To your own doom, the graveyards
Till there's no
Fuck you know about a box
Money goin' out nine Glocks
On top of that same nigga they pull with they nine shots
Feel like killin' for your
I ain't gon'
It take a whole lot to put up your best
Then your loins spill out your vest
You best get on some act age shit
You a kid
run for faces
More niggas get like that

Mad man Sticky
The crazy cajun blazin' bullets for and days
amazin' I'm the glazin' ason purple hazin'
Hard to be pahsin' Lord with all this hell I'm
God of the Underground, I'm gunnin' 'em with a thunder pound
We gonna 'em down
We turn dumb quick gun click
in the vine
Pursed the line on your
In the admit 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
Fuck five mics, I need no mic!

'em down