Luyện nghe bài hát Shut 'em Down

Shut 'em

Yo shut 'em down the violence
We wilin' wilin' sling back his found
Washed up on Coney
When I rolled up this niggas heart 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
a bitch, fuck it, got the gun bust it
Game play, gotta play by the rules or own cannot be trusted
Don't try to test, abide your chest, put five your vest
you layin' with a dead rest
Shoulda known when you was lookin' in the eyes a
And I swore when I did this
There was not no witness but he should
Cause even God got a shit

Beat downs
I spit like a silver nanabus
Niggas of us
We the kind that rush, those that hold
your whole stack
Grimy cats
bald head like Kojak
Go gat for gat
Coat
You smoke that
Or cut dust
Makin' whole fuckin' stove crack
know me
1-3, one and only could be never phoney in any
I'll tear you
Shut 'em
Shun sees your time
your mind
Got this on the low
Defecatin' with
Breakin' your
Got you movin' from the flurry, to worry
I'm a the bullshit
my full clip

Shut 'em

Hey yo I bet you this motherfuckin' double will blast 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 life worth 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 gettin'
The guy Rikers Height stayed on his job
With his own mob
Was it worth goin' back to the Earth so
Worth my shit go boom
To own doom, from the graveyards
Till no room
Fuck you about a pine box
Money goin' out nine Glocks
On top of that same nigga when they pull with they nine
like killin' for your crew
I gon' rest
It take a whole lot to put up your best
Then watch your loins spill out your
You best get on act your age shit
You a kid
run for faces
More niggas get like that

Mad man F-I-N-G-A-Z
The cajun blazin' bullets for days and days
Grazin' I'm the glazin' ason purple hazin'
Hard to be pahsin' Lord all this hell I'm raisin'
God of the Underground, I'm 'em down with a thunder pound
We shut 'em down
We turn dumb quick gun click
Lyin' in the
the line on your dick
In the morgue admit it
I'm the Rottweiler my holler
Fuck cocaine killer I gun powder
So all you willies throw your Roleys in the sky
And all the crooks rob the place
I'm so hype, I take your life, betta have my doe
Fuck five mics, I need no mic!

'em down