Luyện nghe bài hát Shut 'em Down

Shut 'em

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

Beat downs
I spit a shiny silver nanabus
fond of us
We the kind that rush, that hold back
Takin' whole stack
street cats
Niggas head like Kojak
Go gat for gat
Coat
You could that
Or cut dust
Makin' whole fuckin' stove crack
know me
1-3, one and only could be never in any ceremony
I'll you homey
'em down
Shun sees your time
Makin' your
Got nigga on the low
Defecatin' with
your spine
Got you from the flurry, time to worry
I'm a the bullshit
my full clip

Shut 'em

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

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

'em down