Luyện nghe bài hát Shut 'em Down

Shut 'em

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

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

Shut 'em

Hey yo I bet you this motherfuckin' double barrel will blast his
Be on the look out for a case
pumped you up to watch you get beat
Had you thinkin' shits
Now you up creek
Cause shits weak
How mich is life worth to someone important
I be extortin'
Kidnap for ransom is shit you don't want to get caught in
From back in the of Gordon
was gettin' robbed
The guy from Rikers stayed on his job
his own little 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 same nigga they pull with they nine shots
Feel killin' for your crew
I ain't rest
It gonna take a whole lot to put up your
Then your loins spill out your vest
You get on some act your age shit
You a kid
That run for
niggas get killed like that

Mad man F-I-N-G-A-Z
The crazy cajun blazin' bullets for days and
Grazin' amazin' I'm the glazin' purple hazin'
Hard to be pahsin' Lord with all this hell I'm
God of the Underground, I'm 'em down with a thunder pound
We gonna shut 'em
We turn shit dumb gun click
in the vine
Pursed the on your dick
In the admit it dogs
I'm the Rottweiler my holler
Fuck killer I sniff gun powder
So all you real willies throw your in the sky
And all the crooks rob the place
I'm so hype, I take your life, betta my doe right
Fuck five mics, I don't no mic!

'em down