Luyện nghe bài hát Shut 'em Down

Shut 'em

Yo shut 'em down the violence
We wilin' wilin' back his body found
Washed up on Island
I rolled up this 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 cat for dead his body smoked 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 your chest, put five inside your
you layin' with a dead rest
Shoulda when you was lookin' in the eyes a death
And I swore forgiveness I did this
was not no witness but he should understand
Cause even God got a list

Beat anonymous
I spit like a shiny nanabus
fond of us
We the kind that rush, that hold back
Takin' your whole
Grimy street
bald head like Kojak
Go gat for gat
Coat
You could smoke
Or cut black
your whole fuckin' stove crack
Betta me
1-3, one and only could be never in any ceremony
tear you homey
Shut 'em
sees takin' your time
Makin' your
Got this on the low
Defecatin' with
Breakin' your
Got you movin' the flurry, time to worry
I'm a bury the
Feel my clip

'em down

Hey yo I bet you this motherfuckin' barrel will blast his face
Be on the out for a basket case
Niggas pumped you up to watch you get
Had you thinkin' sweet
Now you up creek
Cause your weak
How mich is your life worth to someone
Cause I be
for ransom is some shit you don't want to get caught in
From back in the of Gordon
Niggas was robbed
The guy from Rikers stayed on his job
With his own mob
Was it worth goin' back to the Earth so
Worth makin' my go boom
To your own doom, from the
Till there's no
you know about a pine box
Money goin' out with nine
On top of that same nigga when they with they nine shots
like killin' for your crew
I ain't gon'
It gonna take a whole lot to put up best
Then watch your spill out your vest
You best get on some act age shit
You a kid
run for faces
More get killed like that

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

'em down