Luyện nghe bài hát Shut 'em Down

Shut 'em

Yo shut 'em down the violence
We wilin' wilin' sling back his body
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 shots and out
So out
that cat for dead his body smoked 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 own cannot be trusted
Don't try to test, abide your chest, put inside your vest
Have you with a dead rest
Shoulda known you was lookin' in the eyes a death
And I swore when I did this
There was not no witness but he understand
even God got a shit list

Beat anonymous
I spit a shiny silver nanabus
fond of us
We the kind that rush, that hold back
Takin' your whole
Grimy street
Niggas head like Kojak
Go gat for gat
Coat
You could that
Or cut black
your whole fuckin' stove crack
Betta me
1-3, one and could be never phoney in any ceremony
I'll you homey
'em down
Shun sees takin' time
your mind
Got this on the low
with rhymes
Breakin' spine
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' barrel will blast his face
Be on the look out for a case
Niggas pumped you up to you get beat
Had you shits sweet
Now you up creek
Cause your shits
How mich is your worth to someone important
I be extortin'
Kidnap for is some shit you don't want to get caught in
From in the days of Gordon
was gettin' robbed
The guy from Rikers stayed on his job
With his own mob
Was it worth goin' back to the so soon
Worth makin' my shit go
To your own doom, the graveyards
Till there's no
you know about a pine box
Money goin' out nine Glocks
On top of that nigga when they pull with they nine shots
Feel killin' for your crew
I ain't gon'
It gonna take a whole lot to put up your
Then watch your loins spill out your
You best get on act your age shit
You a kid
run for faces
More get killed like that

Mad man Sticky
The crazy cajun blazin' bullets for days and
amazin' I'm the glazin' ason purple hazin'
Hard to be pahsin' Lord with all hell I'm raisin'
God of the Underground, I'm gunnin' 'em down with a thunder
We gonna 'em down
We turn shit quick gun click
Lyin' in the
Pursed the line on your
In the morgue admit it
I'm the Rottweiler my holler
Fuck cocaine killer I sniff gun
So all you real willies your Roleys in the sky
And all the rob the place outside
I'm so hype, I take your life, betta have my doe
five mics, I don't need no mic!

Shut 'em